PLACES OF INTREST

Imagine stepping into these locations, where the air feels thick with anticipation, and every crack hums with unspoken stories. Pierre Winther’s world pulses with life, holding its breath, waiting for something unknown. Each location—haunting, familiar yet unsettling—feels suspended in time. An industrial wasteland stretches before you, its streets disturbingly silent. Shadows crawl, carrying echoes of something long buried. You feel watched, but there's no one there—just a lingering presence. In a garden of statues, frozen stone figures stand mid-conversation, their serene expressions masking a deeper unease, like a story lost to time. In a desert canyon, the landscape breathes slowly. The silence is deliberate, the mountains guarding a secret too heavy to reveal. A suburban house stands under an unnaturally vivid sky. Everything looks normal, but something is off. The door is ajar, but you hesitate—something inside knows you're there. Each place pulses with quiet menace, time warps, and the deeper you go, the more you realize—you were never meant to be here.