A little “flatiron” building (a nod to the Flatiron Building in New York—though I admit it’s rather pretentious to compare this small cluster of bricks with its famous counterpart). I like its narrowness, and thus its triangular shape. When I see this kind of building, I always wonder what it looks like inside. I imagine small, oddly fitted rooms, a bit crooked, full of hidden little nooks and crannies.
A “makeshift” renovation, like so many you find in Roubaix. A shopfront, now completely gone, rebuilt as a dwelling. Here, at the base of a building that is almost Art Deco.
I like the repetition of its vertical lines and the unintentionally created rhythm it produces.
A painted brick façade. An abandoned building? Nothing has likely been renovated since the construction of this house. The shutters are still original. The window transoms have been blocked with plywood. Curtains are still hanging in the windows. A sign of residents? I didn’t try to find out.