Moulin's photographs in this monograph are, as the description states, a Paris without any sign of life. The weird thing is, when I started reading this I didn't know anything about it-- I had seen some images from another of Moulin's series, and got this from I-L-L because it's the only book he has available. I began reading it and was suddenly overcome with some sort of anxiety. It was at least 15 images before I realized that I was not looking at empty architectural photos, that something was wrong. And then my mind was kind of blown, and I felt like I was inside of a Ballard story exploring a rejected city. And that's pretty amazing.
The fictional "hypotheses" offered at the end are interesting as speculation (sort of like a brief BLDGBlog paragraph), but nothing amazing. I did appreciate them though.