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Slow or Not

In a century of immediacy where the "all-ephemeral" is the rule supreme, a new trend appear, the concept of Slowness. Start in 1986, by Carlo Petrini with the organization of Slow Food, the movement grow up with passion and ambition, it spread in the field of urbanism (with the Citta Slow), architecture, design, fashion design…

Here, I try to open minds about the question of Slowness.
(escuse my English, I'm trying to improve it.)

Harmonie Henrio — Indoor Architect and Object Design student in Paris —
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  • NOT SLOW - BUT NOT SAD Once upon a time, in the last village of Paris, I named Montmartre, a garbage truck was driving around streets to do its job. Between move and stop, it made life difficult for the Parisian drivers who were stuck behind it, forced to wait. But one of them decreed otherwise. She decided to honk as loud as possible to hurry things. But she was right next to a terrace outside a café. Her impatience disturbed all the street, then the waiter of the café throw a bucket of water at her car. Ashamed, the driver decided to stop her car and to call the police, standing in a ten cars way. At this time, the garbage truck was already far away. Now the best part: all the other drivers get out of their car and decided to carry the impatient lady’s car out of their way to free the road. Paris, je t’aime.

    NOT SLOW - BUT NOT SAD

    Once upon a time, in the last village of Paris, I named Montmartre, a garbage truck was driving around streets to do its job. Between move and stop, it made life difficult for the Parisian drivers who were stuck behind it, forced to wait. But one of them decreed otherwise. She decided to honk as loud as possible to hurry things. But she was right next to a terrace outside a café. Her impatience disturbed all the street, then the waiter of the café throw a bucket of water at her car. Ashamed, the driver decided to stop her car and to call the police, standing in a ten cars way. At this time, the garbage truck was already far away. Now the best part: all the other drivers get out of their car and decided to carry the impatient lady’s car out of their way to free the road.

    Paris, je t’aime.


    Posted on April 20, 2010 ()

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