There we were, quietly perched in a dark crawlspace, slithers of light sneaking in from the station below. Supported by thin pieces of wire and screws, the panel on which we stood was clearly not designed to support human weight, our every movement causing the flimsy metal to creak, stretch and bang, threatening to fall. [...]

The first in a series of short documentaries focusing on the culture of Urban Exploring, those who risk it all to access and infiltaite closed or forgotten spaces.

The documentary is starting to take shape, or should I say project? We actually have a name now.

I never thought Down Street would fall, another station to add to Christmas day wish list. located in the heart Park Lane district it appeared as an impenetrable fortress, one with no time for doubters and naysayers, protected by hotels, embassies and the rich.

If you asked a random stranger what their opinions on graffiti were, i guarantee 90% would say something negative. Even within the exploration communities most people i know get frustrated with the presence of graffiti, to a certain extent i do to, but not all the time.

Champ de Mars, another of the phantom metro stations littering the network. Opened in 1913 the station shared a similar life as Saint Martin, short. Eventually due to the war and a lack of use the station closed its gates for the last time on September 2, 1939.