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Façades by Zacharie Gaudrillot-Roy

In the words of the artist Zacharie Gaudrillot-Roy:

The façade is literally the first thing one sees of a building, as its surface. It can be imposing, superficial but can also suggest safety. I’ve always liked to wander around in a city, I walk through the streets with those questions in mind : what will happen if we stick to that first vision ? If the daily life of “The Other” was only a scenery ? This series thus offers a vision of an unknown world that would only be a picture, without intimate space, where looks are the only refuge.

Of course, this work is not a question of artificiality, it is more about perception of a – more or less – specific environment, the facade of a building brings interest in architecture and what it could host, so it inspires curiosity. As a citizen, I know I belong to the city – whatever city – as any other inhabitant. But here, I am looking at the surrounded environment like if it was new to me, so there is a sensation of strangeness and it could bring some interesting questions about how we live and how we see the external world out of our own habitation. But after all, do we really own a private housing ? 

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By  Lukasz Wierzbowski

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Migle

with creations by Voriagh Paris

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In the rain

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There is an hour just at evening when the plains seen on the verge of saying something. They never do or perhaps they do - eternally - though we don’t understand it, or perhaps we do understand but what they say is an untranslatable as music.

Jodi Irvin Photography

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ON THE CUSP OF NOWHERE IN PARTICULAR Dumas, Missouri 2017