BELLE EPOQUE photo SERIES | the story
The Belle Epoque is crumbling and falling apart. Wrinkles assault it, however these signs of the time do not repel, instead, they make it more attractive to me. The youthful energy of the curves remains. The delicacy of flowers and the fragility of leaves still prevail over apparently indomitable materials.
Inspiration never fails in such polished surroundings while it is more complicated in restored buildings. Even if the lifting was respectful to the original spirit, stories have been erased. The very soul is gone. No more expression lines on those perfectly smoothed skins.