Sometimes it seems that life stops and stays suspended for a while, in situations that exist but could also not exist anywhere. The moment we take a picture proves their existence but if they were cinematographic sets or just the result of our imagination it would not seem weird and, at the end, would just be the same thing. In these moments of suspension the time stops, the elements seems to be motionless in an eternal situation in which they are just perfect in their own, and if we would discover that they have been there for the last two or three millenniums and are going to stay forever, we would believe it for a couple of seconds. Sometimes it is an urban landscape, sometimes just a small detail, that the right light shows us in a magic atmosphere, being able to activate this feeling. In these tissue paper landscapes, the parallel worlds of our mind are more relevant then the reality, they allow us to dream out of the present but also out of the time itself, impressions that look towards Hopper.