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Places of life…
A translation in image of my astonishment vis-a-vis certain architectures or certain urban developments of the places of life suggested to my contemporaries.
Two visions of the city, its streets, its inhabitants…
Au raz du sol.
The vision which a cat or a dog or a small child can see. Sometimes astonishing, curious, strange, another way of looking at the city which I am fond of particularly.
Les yeux au ciel.
Or then to see it as a graphic design, to imagine what becomes derrières these panes frozen, to interpret the inscriptions with the pediments, to seek the place of human in these universes sometimes ultra smooth and cold…
These urban spaces just in periphery of the cities, in built-up areas of all parts, or being born on the ruins from old factories, became new places of worship. the worship of consumption.
They are emptied or fill with the liking of the hours. But deserted or full of people, they are dull and sad, at all events, it releases a certain out of date charm from it.
They are born and die to leave room to probable a new place of “worship” or for a few times with a waste land with becoming dubious.
They become as more and more often the first architectural vision as one has when one arrives downtown…
