You come across a lot of strange towns while traveling by train through Europe. Eerie, remote locations whose only inhabitants are gypsies, transients, and those employed by the train stations to service them. One such place, somewhere off the beaten path in France - its name escapes me - struck me as being particularly odd. Its vibe was uncomfortable and disconcerting. Its architecture - a mash of tracks, wires and decaying buildings - covered in graffiti.

Lining the walls was a series of paintings, each of which had been tagged, marked or defaced in some way. In their original form they’re quite boring, but the added layers make them beautiful, don’t you think?