Archive for Category: Abandoned

03May 23

The Last Of Us

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Architecture, Exploration, Pretty Decay

Derelict JNA military barracks and tunnels. Yes. And off into the unknown we go.

30Jun 20

Communist Shopping

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Architecture, Exploration, Pretty Decay

I was in love back in 80s when I stepped on the escalator for the first time in my life. I remember it so vividly, the magic and all the toys in the “RK Beograd” shopping center.

14May 19

Tailor’s home

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Architecture, Art, Exploration, Pretty Decay

I borrowed the huge keys and I got in, well, through the window. Twenty metres from the water of Boka Bay, a tailor’s house is sleeping, surrounded by tall stone walls and full of WWII tailoring magazines.

04May 19

A spacious embarrassment

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Architecture

Abandoned building site of a sports hall. A concrete Quasimodo in the middle of a national park.

23Jun 18

Revolutionaries

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Architecture, Humans, Pretty Decay

They used to play on the abandoned concrete.

28May 18

Renovations.

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Architecture, Pretty Decay

Renovations are in progress. Also, little me in a vast room.

19May 18

Last peek before the renovations.

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Architecture, Commercial, Industrial, Pretty Decay

I visited one more time before the renovations began.

28Feb 18

Garrison

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Expression, Pretty Decay

Old barracks of a now defunct army, decaying in Mediterranean beauty of Luštica bay.

22Feb 18

Concrete Gargantua

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Architecture, Industrial, Pretty Decay

Cold breeze of the sleeping concrete serial killer. Vast empty space of interrupted promises.

19Feb 18

Pretty Decay // Fragments #3

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Expression, Industrial, Pretty Decay

Humidity. The No.1 essential for decay.

17Feb 18

No more wool

Lu
Categories Abandoned, Industrial, Pretty Decay

A place of contrasts of light, and contrast of reason. Decided to decay besides the possibility to blossom. A walk on the floor of ashes, dust and grease. Seemingly infinite halls filled with light, and long, dark and humid corridors.