1910, Brittany. First row, seated, l. to r. great-uncle Philippe, great-aunt Jeanne, my great-grandmother Wilhelmine, “auntie” Irene. Second row, standing: “auntie” Daisy, my grandmother Julie, and great-uncle Jean. When my great-grandfather, Henry-Felix died in India at the end of the 19th century, great-grandma Wilhelmine (Kaiser Wilhelm was very popular in the British Empire until WWI)…
Egypt, c.1936. Leaving the Suez canal for the annual “furlough”. L. to r. My aunt Gaud and my father, Cyril. In those days, only two-three years before WWII, travel was done by ship. My family would travel by road or train from Ismaïlia to Port-Saïd, on the coast of Egypt and take the “steamer” across…
My good friend and talented artist Tiffany Choong (scroll down for her site link) once drew my attention to fire hydrants. Does anybody actually see those faithful public servants? No. Only dogs find them useful to… Well. You know. Ever since Tiffany published the above drawing of a hydrant in Singapore, my life has taken…
Auto-Tamponeuses. Auto-bumpers. Paris, 1964 “So you can’t turn back the clock, Scotty?” Saint-Sulpice. 2016. Tourists still roam the church, with Dan Brown in hand. “No Sir. I wish I could. I actually tried, but there is just no way.” Saint-Sulpice. 1964. At second glance, there was a guy with a ladder running around everywhere in…
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The second episode of Street Art Around The Globe Mexico City is about the Street Art that I found in La Roma Norte District. A wonderful vibrant district, full with cosy restaurants and bars, painted walls. I really recommend to book a ho(s)tel in this area if you visit Mexico City.…
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I‘m not too keen on so-called “Street Art”. Most times it involves stealthy individuals spraying your (not their) wall with ugly nonsense which you then have to paint. Transgression seems to be the key word. “Oh. So daring!”. The vast majority of it defaces someone else’s property but the exception makes…
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? ? In times of trouble mother (sky) comes to me. Feeling down? Everybody’s out to get you? You may be right. Even paranoids have ennemies. Nonetheless stop looking at the ground. Look up. At the sky. Wherever you are. After a while, apart from a cranked neck you will feel…
