Today I felt like helping “meself” to a shot’a Bansky. On the rocks. Revisit last year’s extraordinary expo in Paris. Maybe re-read his work through the lens of the past few months. Let’s start with a good news: the door Bansky painted at the Bataclan in Paris, in homage to the victims, had been stolen. Sawed out. Here’s what it looked like, the exit door of the Bataclan. (Photo Thomas Samson, AFP). Seriously? Sawed it out? And nobody heard anything? Now, who would buy it? To keep in the cellar? Well, the door has been found. Thanks to the Italian police. Grazie mille Carabinieri.
There is now plenty of empirical evidence to support the null hypothesis that the monkeys are indeed in charge. Worldwide. I ain’t laughing.
Christ with shopping bags. c. 2004.
“We, the people…”(are insignificant and unloved). Read the first part somewhere… it’s on the tip of my tongue… was it in D.C.?
“Flying copper”. In light of recurring events, no comment.
Shall we soon see armed helicopters in our skies?
Paris, 1968. Painted as a commemoration of May 68 in Paris. I was fortunate to see the original by pure chance in the Latin Quarter. A bit defaced, but it was indeed quite moving to see a Banksy original. Note: the entire “reconstruction” of Banksy’s work was done in an underground facility, which was perfect. A staff member led me to understand they had had access to the original stencils. 👍🏻
Wordless Tuesday. Or is it Wednesday? (I never participate in those fascinating challenges I often see on WP… wonder why?)
Underground rat passage to Pennsylvania Avenue.
I guess that would be redemption, which is in dire shortage lately. I do have my doubts about the redemption capacity of a few villains… (I have names…)
“Been busy lately, haven’t you?”
Just remembered when we moved to a new flat in Paris, mid 80’s. As we were visiting the building, we were shown a nice courtyard, and we said: “How nice, the girls can ride their bikes here.” The administrator pinched her lips and puffed: “Children are not allowed to play in the courtyard…”
Made me think of Citizen Kane. Rosebud.
WH Press Secretary attending critical questions at a press conference.
Been waiting for you Mate (the Peace dove). Isn’t it strange to see a crowd with no masks? No, they’re not Republicans.
Boris Judas Johnson working on Brexit.
A psychologist friend of mine once told me why he was dropping out of Qualitative market research. “You see,” he said, “clients used to be neurotics. Neurotics build castles in the sky and are frustrated because they know they can’t live there. I, or any other psychologist, can handle neurotics.”
“And now?” I asked.
“Now, most clients are psychotics. They build their castle in the sky, and live there. No human power can bring them down.”
There was nothing more to say. We finished the bottle of wine. A fairly good Lalande de Pomerol.
I wonder how this conversation would play now if we replaced “clients” with “politicians”?
Thank you for joining us on this underground visit into Banksy’s art. I hope the tour did ring a few bells… Stay safe. 🙏🏻😷