A photo essay by Alice Preat

Anyone who has been to Coney Island, located an hour away from Manhattan on the B train, will likely remember it as a dream-like and colorful place, filled with ice cream stands, joyful visitors and beach volleyball…

This is undoubtedly what it’s like in the summer time — but in the winter, the dream takes on a nostalgic quality.

This is what I tried to capture in this short photographic series: empty roller coasters, black and white shots of an empty beach or boardwalk…

Still, the dream-like, pastel colors are ever present, and suggestive of the poetic quality of the emptiness and lack of crowds. You’re just left with some brave tourists, and Russian locals walking their dogs…

These photographs were taken by Alice Preat in the winter of 2019.