Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Walking, strolling, wandering for hours, days or months even years around cities (here Paris) to chase the urban writings for my photo-collages is not enough any more. To look up became a necessity, to scrutinize the heights is now an obsession. Up there prevails a different world from the one on the sidewalks. Chimneys, turrets, antennas stand. Terraces on which we would willingly have a drink spread out. Without taking into account the shambles of bull's-eyes, dormers, pipes, bars, ladders from which by any chance a bird will fly off. Hardly higher the wavy lines of airplanes dream to escape. Opposites have my preference. When flowers marry concrete. Disagreement match. Contrasts enhance one another: Because I love all flowers whether wild or from gardens, found in lost islands in the Pacific or perched in the Andean Cordillera. © Evelyne Chevallier
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Walking, strolling, wandering for hours, days or months even years around cities (here Paris) to chase the urban writings for my photo-collages is not enough any more. To look up became a necessity, to scrutinize the heights is now an obsession. Up there prevails a different world from the one on the sidewalks. Chimneys, turrets, antennas stand. Terraces on which we would willingly have a drink spread out. Without taking into account the shambles of bull's-eyes, dormers, pipes, bars, ladders from which by any chance a bird will fly off. Hardly higher the wavy lines of airplanes dream to escape. Opposites have my preference. When flowers marry concrete. Disagreement match. Contrasts enhance one another: Because I love all flowers whether wild or from gardens, found in lost islands in the Pacific or perched in the Andean Cordillera. © Evelyne Chevallier
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Walking, strolling, wandering for hours, days or months even years around cities (here Paris) to chase the urban writings for my photo-collages is not enough any more. To look up became a necessity, to scrutinize the heights is now an obsession. Up there prevails a different world from the one on the sidewalks. Chimneys, turrets, antennas stand. Terraces on which we would willingly have a drink spread out. Without taking into account the shambles of bull's-eyes, dormers, pipes, bars, ladders from which by any chance a bird will fly off. Hardly higher the wavy lines of airplanes dream to escape. Opposites have my preference. When flowers marry concrete. Disagreement match. Contrasts enhance one another: Because I love all flowers whether wild or from gardens, found in lost islands in the Pacific or perched in the Andean Cordillera.
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Walking, strolling, wandering for hours, days or months even years around cities (here Paris) to chase the urban writings for my photo-collages is not enough any more. To look up became a necessity, to scrutinize the heights is now an obsession. Up there prevails a different world from the one on the sidewalks. Chimneys, turrets, antennas stand. Terraces on which we would willingly have a drink spread out. Without taking into account the shambles of bull's-eyes, dormers, pipes, bars, ladders from which by any chance a bird will fly off. Hardly higher the wavy lines of airplanes dream to escape. Opposites have my preference. When flowers marry concrete. Disagreement match. Contrasts enhance one another: Because I love all flowers whether wild or from gardens, found in lost islands in the Pacific or perched in the Andean Cordillera. © Evelyne Chevallier
Architecture and flowers: a city idyll
Walking, strolling, wandering for hours, days or months even years around cities (here Paris) to chase the urban writings for my photo-collages is not enough any more. To look up became a necessity, to scrutinize the heights is now an obsession. Up there prevails a different world from the one on the sidewalks. Chimneys, turrets, antennas stand. Terraces on which we would willingly have a drink spread out. Without taking into account the shambles of bull's-eyes, dormers, pipes, bars, ladders from which by any chance a bird will fly off. Hardly higher the wavy lines of airplanes dream to escape. Opposites have my preference. When flowers marry concrete. Disagreement match. Contrasts enhance one another: Because I love all flowers whether wild or from gardens, found in lost islands in the Pacific or perched in the Andean Cordillera. © Evelyne Chevallier
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