Europe Through the Eyes of Others
Roma
Barcelona
Madrid
Roma
Barcelona
Madrid
Madrid, 2010
La pauvreté et l’exclusion, lorsqu’elles habitent le silence, deviennent une menace pour l’humanité.
Pourtant, il y quelque chose comme une larme que le capitalisme n’a pas su comprendre.
La cité que nous habitons, refuge de nos émotions, parle tout bas de nos espérances.
Et j’ose espérer que demain, des gens plus sages nous dirigerons.
Barcelona by the sea
Barcelona
Over the hill in Madrid
Utopia, Lavapiés
Rebelde, Lavapiés
Madrid’s iconography is strictly prewar. Between the gratuitous ornamentation dripping from the buildings lining Gran Via and the interiors of crowded tapas, the city centre appears decked out in full late-19th century regalia, fit for admirers of coattails and opera gloves. Tread out along the boulevards bursting from the city’s heart, however, and Madrid’s palette of pale yellows and burnt ochres takes on a slightly different form.
In ways, the commercial outskirts of Madrid reprise a sort of cityscape that’s as rare in Europe as it is fatiguingly common elsewhere. Black-ribboned towers wrapped in shades of brown and black will slump along streets that gape by whim, rather than necessity. The packs of pedestrians thin out. Walk along the arteries feeding the gargantuan Avenida de la Castellada, drown out the cheers from the Estadio Santiago Bernabeu, and one is in downtown Denver.
Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière, Paris Parque del Retiro, Madrid