In a quiet Brussels alley, under the weight of a stone railway bridge, night descends. A train glides by above the city, its windows brief beacons of light in the darkness. Down below, where the street lamps hesitantly spread their glow, a man wanders the deserted street. On the facade flickers the sign of a cheap hotel, a promise of shelter but also of anonymity. The city exudes chill and melancholy, a place where stories cross and disappear again, like trains coming and going. It is Brussels in its most intimate guise: raw, lonely, but imbued with a quiet beauty.
Created by Geert Van Baelen with support from AI.
Geert Van Baelen has been working as a press photographer in Belgium for over 20 years. Besides current affairs, he also finds inspiration for his images in everyday life, landscapes and people... Read more…