Broussaille and Catherine by Frank Pé. Brussels. c. 2015.
I don’t only break hearts. La street c’est chic. “Quail-hill”, Paris, 2018.
Raffles Hotel, Singapore. 2018. The Raffles is a symbol of Singapore. Much to our dismay, it was closed for remodeling. Have to go back. 🙂
Stamped. Paris. 2018. How many stamps (real stamps, mind you) were used in this work?
Bangkok by bus, Mon! Rastafari… (Thailand, 2017).
David Robert Jones “Bowie” (1947-2016). Paris 2018.
The kiss. Mexico city, last Sunday.
I hate Mondays. Paris 2018. (Author seems to be “Aerosol” (Spray can). Seen a few of his/her works. Most times the author is difficult to identify.)
Siem Reap, Cambodia, this past January. (May have posted it already…)
The woman to kill. (The enforcer). At the Champollion, one my favourite theatres in my student days in the Latin quarter. Still showing movies, much to my surprise. Sadly, the schedule did not match mine.
Wordless Thursday. (What can I say?) Georgetown, Penang, Malaysia. December 2017.
Tom ‘n Tom’s café, Bangkok, 2018. Good breakfasts.
Dancin’ in the street. (I know, I know. Done it before. Need to upgrade) Singapore. December 2017.
Mata-mata, policeman in Georgetown, Penang. December 2017. Mata means eye in Malay. Mata mata (two eyes) means policeman. (Think Mata Hari? The eye of the Sun) This Sikh police officer is actually a mata-mata-mata. Look closely.
“What did you see, my darling young one?” A torn down ad in the Metro becomes involuntary “street” art. Pasteur metro station, Paris. July 2018.
Have a lovely week-end.