SLOW PARADISE

 The Paradise exists. America invented it. Long before Wisteria Lane, dear to the Desperate Housewives, and long after a famous soda, a developer crossed the Atlantic Ocean to come in France to replace areas of forests and fields by a model city of houses and lawns without barriers.

Nearly half a century later, cedars and pines from Austria peak in more than 80 feet, abundant hedges draw an indecipherable labyrinth to the point it’s easy to get lost there. But is this idyllic vision reliable ? This Eden, only a few miles from Paris, which production companies are drawn to shoot commercials and series, does not hide a world on the margins of reality, a scary bubble in which time seems settled ? By looking more closely, we cannot refrain from thinking of Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World and its sanitized and disturbing universe.

This photographic project evokes this supended Eden trough landscapes and natural portraits seized in freshness, absence or melancholy: a “Slow Paradise”.