You are in a city. You seem to be in another world, like in a space temporarily suspended from any direct involvement. It is an “urban parenthesis”, a strange little world encrusted in a big city.
No more cars, no more noise, you discover secret gardens, artistic interventions, the inside of people’s life, pieces of a lost world. In this “inhabitable space”, animals, plants, human activities, and art co-exist peacefully side by side.
You are here, but no one knows that. You are detached of the city, you watch it with new perspectives, new points of view. You are in a poetic place overlooking the contemporary rhythm of life.
These photos show us the “petite ceinture” (little belt railway) in Paris which connected main railroad stations around the city. It began to be abandoned since 1930’s. It is a surviving element of bygone era.
No more cars, no more noise, you discover secret gardens, artistic interventions, the inside of people’s life, pieces of a lost world. In this “inhabitable space”, animals, plants, human activities, and art co-exist peacefully side by side.
You are here, but no one knows that. You are detached of the city, you watch it with new perspectives, new points of view. You are in a poetic place overlooking the contemporary rhythm of life.
These photos show us the “petite ceinture” (little belt railway) in Paris which connected main railroad stations around the city. It began to be abandoned since 1930’s. It is a surviving element of bygone era.
