Meet the Parisians Paying a Small Fortune to Live in Shoebox Apartments

The author in his living room.

This article originally appeared on VICE France

In our ongoing series, London Rental Opportunity of the Week, we catalogue the absolutely fucking dire living spaces that the city’s landlords offer up to desperate renters for obscene amounts of money. For example, you may remember that one guy who was attempting to rent out a single, leopard-print dog blanket-covered bed in his kitchen.

However, for all the horrors of that series, that’s the only London “property” we’ve found so far that really comes close to matching the living spaces inhabited by these Parisians’ for sheer tininess.

So behold: Parisians, living in tiny rooms, and somehow managing to look infinitely cooler and less depressed than the thousands of Londoners living in flats that are damp, microscopic and ludicrously expensive.

Before moving to Paris, I lived in the middle of the Californian desert and paid about £160 a month for a six-bedroom house. Before that, I lived in Réunion Island – a place, where the notion of living within four walls barely exists.

It’s about a year and a half since I moved to the French capital, where I currently rent an extremely compact apartment that costs me a small fortune. I try to be out and about as often as possible because, when I’m at home, I feel as if the walls are glued to my skin. It was living like this that convinced me to put together a series documenting what in French we call Chambres de Bonne or “maid’s rooms”.

Maid’s rooms are small converted spaces on the top floor of apartment buildings that have been divided into a vast number of small studios. They first appeared in Paris around 1830 and were a great example of the city’s social hierarchy: the rich lived in huge flats on the lower floors, while servants lived in much more humble rooms upstairs. Today, these maid’s rooms are usually rented by young, broke students and the lower working class.

Quite often, these rooms just about meet the minimum size authorised by French law – a surface area of 96ft 2 and/or a volume of 215ft3. Being curious as to who lived in such rooms these days, I contacted some friends and a whole bunch of strangers to see if they’d allow me to visit their place and talk to them about the silly amounts of money they are paying to live there.

Cathé (student) in her 96ft 2 apartment. She pays £350 excluding bills.

Cathé comes from Uruguay. She’s been living in Paris for about four years and recently got her BA in Plastic Arts. She’s decided to go to South-East Asia next year because, as she says, “people in Paris run faster than time itself. Everything goes too fast. I have to get out of this tornado.”

We’ve actually been friends for a year but this was the first time I saw her place. Looking at the psychedelic pictures plastered all over the walls, I can understand why her personality isn’t necessarily compatible with a hectic city like Paris.

Arnaud (student) in his seventh floor 107ft 2 apartment. He pays £250 excluding bills.

Arnaud was the third tenant I photographed. He has two passions in life: partying and climbing. Easy access to the roof was a decisive selling point when he was signing the lease. Paris rooftops are just as great for climbing as they are for drinking beer.

On the day we meet, he didn’t have anything to drink and we were too lazy to go up and down several floors to get any, so instead we went for a walk across the roofs.

Johanna (student) in her ninth floor 129ft 2 apartment. She pays £340 excluding bills.

Out of all the people I’ve visited, Johanna seems to be set up the best. Her studio looks bigger that 129ft 2 – it’s well laid out, has a high ceiling and a massive window that gives the room a certain brightness. She can also eat dinner on the roof while enjoying an amazing view of the city, which is precisely what we did right before taking her picture.

Dominique in his fourth floor 96ft 2 apartment. He’s the owner.

We acquire stuff as we get older. That seems to be the pattern of life. But in a maid’s room, minimalism is definitely preferable to hoarding. Dominique was the oldest person I met whilst making this series, so I was excited to see his studio. He’s an illustrator and has a bunch of side-jobs to earn extra money.

He explained to me that he bought his micro-studio apartment a few years ago. For him renting is like “throwing money into an endless hole”. He renovated the entire space and even managed to fit a bathtub into the 96ft2. He proudly told me about how he was able to watch TV while taking a bath.

Clara (au pair) in her third floor 107ft 2 apartment.

Clara is a Swedish au pair who’s passionate about fashion. Her situation is almost an exact replica of the 1830s hierarchy: She works for the wealthy landlords living on the first floor of her building.

She doesn’t pay any rent but in exchange, she has to take care of the family’s kids.

Ghislain (student) in his fifth floor 107ft 2 apartment. He pays £350 excluding bills.

Ghislain was fine with me taking a picture of his place, but couldn’t understand why I wanted him to be in it. He wasn’t particularly happy about being in the series even though I explained why I wanted the tenants to be present.

Actually, I think that without anybody to personify these spaces, the series wouldn’t have worked: without him, his room might as well have been part of a bad motel.

Roksana (hotel receptionist) in her 86ft 2 apartment. She pays £375.

It’s illegal to rent out a place that’s less than 96ft 2, but it’s ok as long as the volume is at least 247ft3. That was the case in this room, which felt much like a human cage. In situations like this, every centimetre has to be utilised carefully.

Roksana is Polish, she loves cooking and having friends around but her kitchenette doesn’t exactly lend itself to dinner parties.

Anca (journalist) in her fifth floor 182ft 2 apartment. She pays £430 excluding bills.

Anca is American. She ended up in Paris looking for a job when she got her hands on this flat “by chance”. I swung by her place at 9 in the morning, right before she went to work.

Out of all the rooms I photographed, hers is the most spacious. It felt strange thinking “Damn! 182ft2. That’s lucky!”.

Victorienne (model) in her fourth floor 150ft 2 apartment. She pays £430.

I immediately noticed just how symmetrically Victorienne’s things were laid out. I carefully sat myself on a chair and tried not to ruin the arrangement.

We had tea together and when I explained my photo project, she got it immediately. She hopped on the bed and posed with her cup of tea in her hand.