Les fenêtres de Bruxelles


Windows are thresholds — openings between the intimate and the public, between inside and outside, between what is shown and what is hidden. In Brussels, every window carries its own story: lace curtains, neon reflections, plants reaching for the light, shadows that suggest lives unfolding just beyond the glass.
This project is a collection of those fragments — an atlas of everyday poetry framed in wood, brick, and glass. By looking closely at the city through its windows, I try to capture not only architecture, but traces of the people who live behind it, the quiet pulse of Brussels itself.

This is an on going project

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