I kept walking as the night followed me like it was my own shadow. I stopped, admiring the beauty of history reflected on the dark water. Then I saw it, the sign. Pont Neuf was right in front of me. My memory flew back in time. When I fell in love. I started dreaming, imagining, improvising new thoughts. That's when a strange sound hit me. Was somebody following me? Or was it simply the sound of the night with is dark presence, kidnapping my soul? Photo by lilypenelope

Inside the Versailles Palace. Beautifully adorned. Maybe too much. Thinking about the inner reality. Keeping in mind the outer one. Rich vs poor. Kingdoms vs. humanity. Details. Beautiful colors, incredible works of art. Yet keeping in mind what happend outside this realm. Photos by lilypenelope

"The Subversion of Images" as the title of the exhibition I saw at the Centre Pompidou. In this photo just a subversion of an image! Image depicting a fragment of the Centre Pompidou! Photo by lilypenelope

The city at night. Colors. Silence. Movements. My head is turning. Left. Right. What am I looking for? A thought that left my head without leaving a note? A dream that flew away through the city's floating soul? Photo by lilypenelope

City are such complexes artifacts. We know most of their [hi]-stories. We know most of their anecdotes. I love, when in a city, to explore its deepest meaning[s], it's multiple faces, facades, smells, sounds, and any other detail that, ultimately, creates my comprehension of it. There is nothing though, in my opinion, more fascinating than roofs. As I always say, rooftops are the city new beginning. A new groundfloor. A new history.
Looking at these two particular pictures I took from the top of the Centre Pompidou the word "uncanny" comes to my mind. It's true, each neighborhoods, each streets, each building, has a precise history, in time, in politics, in society. But what about the single inner stories? What about the inner daily chapters of these buildings? What is the [hi]-story line in their vertical presence within the urban context?
I love just to stare at these constructions and make up stories. Uncanny stories. About the people who live in there. About the people who, once they step out in the "outer" world, they step out from the city inner litterary composition. Photos by lilypenelope

FreeForm / lilypenelope will be on "vacation" til the 9th of January! I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a very very very happy beginning of 2010. Big hug to you all!

First Snow! Happy and relaxed I decided to take my camera while going around with my sweet and extremely "intelligent" Dalmatian! My dog went totally insane playing in the snow right outside the house and...the leash broke! I'm not sure who had the most of fun but let me tell you...it was hard to catch the fool! Photos by lilypenelope

Thinking green and purple while deciphering the colorful whiteness of the city under the snow! Photo by lilypenelope

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Always fascinating a city from above. What lays there at the horizon? Dreams? A new city? A new interpretation of it? Photo by lilypenelope

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In the streets of Paris, on the walls of the urban gallery, even the smallest detail becomes art. Photo by lilypenelope

I first started to shoot the serie "Unvulnerable Grounds" years ago. My goal was not only to recreate an invented-populated landscape but to capture a moment in which a story was written/told. The story of a life that only exist within the frame of the picture (an in my mind that is continuously in search for a new chapter in this fabricated landscape-[s]). An unvulnerable life, an unvulnerable ground.
This part of the serie, subtitled "Walking on History" wants to be a analysis/experimentation with a (litterally) historic ground. We walk in history, everyday: monuments, streets, trees. Time passes, and, as we walk, the past is right a second behind us. The ground we set our feet on is a past fabrication. If our brain is in the present (most of the time!) well, our feet are on a different plan! "Walking on History" tries to challenge or, better, create a parallel world where the only present is the moment we instantly look at the picture. The set for this framed moment of invented landscape is as litteral as it can be: a miniature figure placed on top of different (original) drawings dated from 1837 to1886.

For more photos of the "Unvulnerable Grounds / Walking on History" on Flickr just click HERE
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The rose as a starting point for an architectural drawing. Lines, form, weaving. An ongoing experiment.

Rose set on Flickr

There I was! South of France. I could see the vineyards. I could feel the vineyards. There I was. In the Languedoc region. I could also sense the presence of the Greeks, of the Phoenicians and the Romans who started their settlements there. But I could also grasp a sense of history and wars remembering the Alamanni, the Visigoths, the Vandals, and the Saracens who invaded the area. My sense of place got deeper. My imagination started to wander. But then it just came to me. An hyperreal moment. I was in Venice, California! Photo by lilypenelope

Colors of nature. Natural Colors. Seasons. Temporary visual state-[s].
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Experimenting with colors, layers, architecture and transparency. Ongoing work. Photo by lilypenelope.

A modern version of the three wise monkeys? "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil". On an italian city's wall. Photo by lilypenelope