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This is hubby who doesn't like to appear on my flickr, but yeah just on a dim light and a side view will do. I didn't even asked him of this. This is a 30 minute barge ride across the Tanon Strait to Cebu. He was really panicking to catch this last trip of the barge to the island and we have to drive over an hour yet to Tampi and hoping no traffic jams on the way. While I was getting stressed up dealing with the carpenters who just like to suck money while their job wasn't good enough. In the end , to have the peace of mind, I have to stop the carpenters altogether , I was really crossed but I thought that was a righteous anger. I don't tolerate crap and using me up , thinking I'm too good of a christian, that I will put up with whatever they'll do - oh well, not when money is involve. There's a big line divide between work and charity. It's pretty obvious they intend to over price me plus the delays of work deliberately done is unacceptable. Obviously with intention slowing their working speed so more days will be extended for work . Apart from that , what really hit me was, they chopped off a fourth of the tree trunk of the tree which stands within porch, without asking my sister who was there at the time. Come on, common sense would tell them why I gave way saving the tree to stand through the porch instead of cutting it down. It is essential for carpenters to be perceptive and have common sense. These things happens , you get good ones but you may also find crap ones. From that crap I have to stop them that day and all the set works, and never to come back again. It might be harsh for such decision, but it's better to do it than more future damage done as we were going away for few days . As for the chunk of the tree trunk gone - it could never be put back again, it's permanent damage done.
I was repenting of my anger though , despite how I thought it was a righteous decision I've done.
I used to edit my photos, but of this one, the colours are never edited. This was the real colours of the sunset as we viewed on the journey across. The land mass silhouette was Negros Oriental.
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Interestingly, both of the Boston area Banksy pieces are on Essex St:
• F̶O̶L̶L̶O̶W̶ ̶Y̶O̶U̶R̶ ̶D̶R̶E̶A̶M̶S̶ CANCELLED (aka chimney sweep) in Chinatown, Boston
• NO LOITRIN in Central Square, Cambridge.
Does that mean anything? It looks like he favors Essex named streets & roads when he can. In 2008, he did another notable Essex work in London, for example, and posters on the Banksy Forums picked up & discussed on the Essex link as well.
Is there an Essex Street in any of the other nearby towns? It looks like there are several: Brookline, Charlestown, Chelsea, Gloucester, Haverhill, Lawrence, Lynn, Medford, Melrose, Quincy, Revere, Salem, Saugus, Somerville, Swampscott, and Waltham. Most of these seem improbable to me, other than maybe Brookline, or maybe Somerville or Charlestown. But they start getting pretty suburban after that.
But, again, why "Essex"? In a comment on this photo, Birbeck helps clarify:
I can only surmise that he's having a 'dig' at Essex UK, especially with the misspelling of 'Loitering'. Here, the general view of the urban districts in Essex: working class but with right wing views; that they're not the most intellectual bunch; rather obsessed with fashion (well, their idea of it); their place of worship is the shopping mall; enjoy rowdy nights out; girls are thought of as being dumb, fake blonde hair/tans and promiscuous; and guys are good at the 'chit chat', and swagger around showing off their dosh (money).
It was also the region that once had Europe's largest Ford motor factory. In its heyday, 1 in 3 British cars were made in Dagenham, Essex. Pay was good for such unskilled labour, generations worked mind-numbing routines on assembly lines for 80 years. In 2002 the recession ended the dream.
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• This is a scan of this Banksy photo running in the the Boston Globe on May 13, 2010. This is the first time I've made the newspaper with one of my photos :-) (The Globe later ran a longer article, titled Tag — we’re it: Banksy, the controversial and elusive street artist, left his mark here. Or did he? with a photo taken by one of their staff photographers, Essdras M. Suarez.
• This photo appeared on Grafitti - A arte das ruas on Yahoo Meme. Yes, Yahoo has a Tumblr/Posterous-esque "Meme" service now -- I was as surprised as you are.
• The photo has also appeared, among other places, on CafeBabel, a European online affairs magazine based in Paris.
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Banksy
• Birth name
Unknown
• Born
1974 or 1975 (1974 or 1975), Bristol, UK[1]
• Nationality
• Field
• Movement
Anti-Totalitarianism
Anti-War
• Works
Naked Man Image
One Nation Under CCTV
Anarchist Rat
Ozone's Angel
Pulp Fiction
Banksy is a pseudonymous[2][3][4] British graffiti artist. He is believed to be a native of Yate, South Gloucestershire, near Bristol[2] and to have been born in 1974,[5] but his identity is unknown.[6] According to Tristan Manco[who?], Banksy "was born in 1974 and raised in Bristol, England. The son of a photocopier technician, he trained as a butcher but became involved in graffiti during the great Bristol aerosol boom of the late 1980s."[7] His artworks are often satirical pieces of art on topics such as politics, culture, and ethics. His street art, which combines graffiti writing with a distinctive stencilling technique, is similar to Blek le Rat, who began to work with stencils in 1981 in Paris and members of the anarcho-punk band Crass who maintained a graffiti stencil campaign on the London Tube System in the late 1970s and early 1980s. His art has appeared in cities around the world.[8] Banksy's work was born out of the Bristol underground scene which involved collaborations between artists and musicians.
Banksy does not sell photos of street graffiti.[9] Art auctioneers have been known to attempt to sell his street art on location and leave the problem of its removal in the hands of the winning bidder.[10]
Banksy's first film, Exit Through The Gift Shop, billed as "the world's first street art disaster movie", made its debut at the 2010 Sundance Film Festival.[11] The film was released in the UK on March 5.[12]
Contents
• 1 Career
•• 1.1 2000
•• 1.2 2002
•• 1.3 2003
•• 1.4 2004
•• 1.5 2005
•• 1.6 2006
•• 1.7 2007
•• 1.8 2008
•• 1.9 2009
•• 1.10 2010
Career
Banksy started as a freehand graffiti artist 1992–1994[14] as one of Bristol's DryBreadZ Crew (DBZ), with Kato and Tes.[15] He was inspired by local artists and his work was part of the larger Bristol underground scene. From the start he used stencils as elements of his freehand pieces, too.[14] By 2000 he had turned to the art of stencilling after realising how much less time it took to complete a piece. He claims he changed to stencilling whilst he was hiding from the police under a train carriage, when he noticed the stencilled serial number[16] and by employing this technique, he soon became more widely noticed for his art around Bristol and London.[16]
Stencil on the waterline of The Thekla, an entertainment boat in central Bristol - (wider view). The image of Death is based on a 19th century etching illustrating the pestilence of The Great Stink.[17]
Banksy's stencils feature striking and humorous images occasionally combined with slogans. The message is usually anti-war, anti-capitalist or anti-establishment. Subjects often include rats, monkeys, policemen, soldiers, children, and the elderly.
In late 2001, on a trip to Sydney and Melbourne, Australia, he met up with the Gen-X pastellist, visual activist, and recluse James DeWeaver in Byron Bay[clarification needed], where he stencilled a parachuting rat with a clothes peg on its nose above a toilet at the Arts Factory Lodge. This stencil can no longer be located. He also makes stickers (the Neighbourhood Watch subvert) and sculpture (the murdered phone-box), and was responsible for the cover art of Blur's 2003 album Think Tank.
2000
The album cover for Monk & Canatella's Do Community Service was conceived and illustrated by Banksy, based on his contribution to the "Walls on fire" event in Bristol 1998.[18][citation needed]
2002
On 19 July 2002, Banksy's first Los Angeles exhibition debuted at 33 1/3 Gallery, a small Silverlake venue owned by Frank Sosa. The exhibition, entitled Existencilism, was curated by 33 1/3 Gallery, Malathion, Funk Lazy Promotions, and B+.[19]
2003
In 2003 in an exhibition called Turf War, held in a warehouse, Banksy painted on animals. Although the RSPCA declared the conditions suitable, an animal rights activist chained herself to the railings in protest.[20] He later moved on to producing subverted paintings; one example is Monet's Water Lily Pond, adapted to include urban detritus such as litter and a shopping trolley floating in its reflective waters; another is Edward Hopper's Nighthawks, redrawn to show that the characters are looking at a British football hooligan, dressed only in his Union Flag underpants, who has just thrown an object through the glass window of the cafe. These oil paintings were shown at a twelve-day exhibition in Westbourne Grove, London in 2005.[21]
2004
In August 2004, Banksy produced a quantity of spoof British £10 notes substituting the picture of the Queen's head with Princess Diana's head and changing the text "Bank of England" to "Banksy of England." Someone threw a large wad of these into a crowd at Notting Hill Carnival that year, which some recipients then tried to spend in local shops. These notes were also given with invitations to a Santa's Ghetto exhibition by Pictures on Walls. The individual notes have since been selling on eBay for about £200 each. A wad of the notes were also thrown over a fence and into the crowd near the NME signing tent at The Reading Festival. A limited run of 50 signed posters containing ten uncut notes were also produced and sold by Pictures on Walls for £100 each to commemorate the death of Princess Diana. One of these sold in October 2007 at Bonhams auction house in London for £24,000.
2005
In August 2005, Banksy, on a trip to the Palestinian territories, created nine images on Israel's highly controversial West Bank barrier. He reportedly said "The Israeli government is building a wall surrounding the occupied Palestinian territories. It stands three times the height of the Berlin Wall and will eventually run for over 700km—the distance from London to Zurich. "[22]
2006
• Banksy held an exhibition called Barely Legal, billed as a "three day vandalised warehouse extravaganza" in Los Angeles, on the weekend of 16 September. The exhibition featured a live "elephant in a room", painted in a pink and gold floral wallpaper pattern.[23]
• After Christina Aguilera bought an original of Queen Victoria as a lesbian and two prints for £25,000,[24] on 19 October 2006 a set of Kate Moss paintings sold in Sotheby's London for £50,400, setting an auction record for Banksy's work. The six silk-screen prints, featuring the model painted in the style of Andy Warhol's Marilyn Monroe pictures, sold for five times their estimated value. His stencil of a green Mona Lisa with real paint dripping from her eyes sold for £57,600 at the same auction.[25]
• In December, journalist Max Foster coined the phrase, "the Banksy Effect", to illustrate how interest in other street artists was growing on the back of Banksy's success.[26]
2007
• On 21 February 2007, Sotheby's auction house in London auctioned three works, reaching the highest ever price for a Banksy work at auction: over £102,000 for his Bombing Middle England. Two of his other graffiti works, Balloon Girl and Bomb Hugger, sold for £37,200 and £31,200 respectively, which were well above their estimated prices.[27] The following day's auction saw a further three Banksy works reach soaring prices: Ballerina With Action Man Parts reached £96,000; Glory sold for £72,000; Untitled (2004) sold for £33,600; all significantly above estimated values.[28] To coincide with the second day of auctions, Banksy updated his website with a new image of an auction house scene showing people bidding on a picture that said, "I Can't Believe You Morons Actually Buy This Shit."[6]
• In February 2007, the owners of a house with a Banksy mural on the side in Bristol decided to sell the house through Red Propeller art gallery after offers fell through because the prospective buyers wanted to remove the mural. It is listed as a mural which comes with a house attached.[29]
• In April 2007, Transport for London painted over Banksy's iconic image of a scene from Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction, with Samuel L. Jackson and John Travolta clutching bananas instead of guns. Although the image was very popular, Transport for London claimed that the "graffiti" created "a general atmosphere of neglect and social decay which in turn encourages crime" and their staff are "professional cleaners not professional art critics".[30] Banksy tagged the same site again (pictured at right). This time the actors were portrayed as holding real guns instead of bananas, but they were adorned with banana costumes. Banksy made a tribute art piece over this second Pulp Fiction piece. The tribute was for 19-year-old British graffiti artist Ozone, who was hit by an underground train in Barking, East London, along with fellow artist Wants, on 12 January 2007.[31] The piece was of an angel wearing a bullet-proof vest, holding a skull. He also wrote a note on his website, saying:
The last time I hit this spot I painted a crap picture of two men in banana costumes waving hand guns. A few weeks later a writer called Ozone completely dogged it and then wrote 'If it's better next time I'll leave it' in the bottom corner. When we lost Ozone we lost a fearless graffiti writer and as it turns out a pretty perceptive art critic. Ozone - rest in peace.[citation needed]
Ozone's Angel
• On 27 April 2007, a new record high for the sale of Banksy's work was set with the auction of the work Space Girl & Bird fetching £288,000 (US$576,000), around 20 times the estimate at Bonhams of London.[32]
• On 21 May 2007 Banksy gained the award for Art's Greatest living Briton. Banksy, as expected, did not turn up to collect his award, and continued with his notoriously anonymous status.
• On 4 June 2007, it was reported that Banksy's The Drinker had been stolen.[33][34]
• In October 2007, most of his works offered for sale at Bonhams auction house in London sold for more than twice their reserve price.[35]
• Banksy has published a "manifesto" on his website.[36] The text of the manifesto is credited as the diary entry of one Lieutenant Colonel Mervin Willett Gonin, DSO, which is exhibited in the Imperial War Museum. It describes how a shipment of lipstick to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp immediately after its liberation at the end of World War II helped the internees regain their humanity. However, as of 18 January 2008, Banksy's Manifesto has been substituted with Graffiti Heroes #03 that describes Peter Chappell's graffiti quest of the 1970s that worked to free George Davis of his imprisonment.[37] By 12 August 2009 he was relying on Emo Phillips' "When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised God doesn’t work that way, so I stole one and prayed for forgiveness."
• A small number of Banksy's works can be seen in the movie Children of Men, including a stenciled image of two policemen kissing and another stencil of a child looking down a shop.
• In the 2007 film Shoot 'Em Up starring Clive Owen, Banksy's tag can be seen on a dumpster in the film's credits.
• Banksy, who deals mostly with Lazarides Gallery in London, claims that the exhibition at Vanina Holasek Gallery in New York (his first major exhibition in that city) is unauthorised. The exhibition featured 62 of his paintings and prints.[38]
2008
• In March, a stencilled graffiti work appeared on Thames Water tower in the middle of the Holland Park roundabout, and it was widely attributed to Banksy. It was of a child painting the tag "Take this Society" in bright orange. London Borough of Hammersmith and Fulham spokesman, Councillor Greg Smith branded the art as vandalism, and ordered its immediate removal, which was carried out by H&F council workmen within three days.[39]
• Over the weekend 3–5 May in London, Banksy hosted an exhibition called The Cans Festival. It was situated on Leake Street, a road tunnel formerly used by Eurostar underneath London Waterloo station. Graffiti artists with stencils were invited to join in and paint their own artwork, as long as it didn't cover anyone else's.[40] Artists included Blek le Rat, Broken Crow, C215, Cartrain, Dolk, Dotmasters, J.Glover, Eine, Eelus, Hero, Pure evil, Jef Aérosol, Mr Brainwash, Tom Civil and Roadsworth.[citation needed]
• In late August 2008, marking the third anniversary of Hurricane Katrina and the associated levee failure disaster, Banksy produced a series of works in New Orleans, Louisiana, mostly on buildings derelict since the disaster.[41]
• A stencil painting attributed to Banksy appeared at a vacant petrol station in the Ensley neighbourhood of Birmingham, Alabama on 29 August as Hurricane Gustav approached the New Orleans area. The painting depicting a hooded member of the Ku Klux Klan hanging from a noose was quickly covered with black spray paint and later removed altogether.[42]
• His first official exhibition in New York, the "Village Pet Store And Charcoal Grill," opened 5 October 2008. The animatronic pets in the store window include a mother hen watching over her baby Chicken McNuggets as they peck at a barbecue sauce packet, and a rabbit putting makeup on in a mirror.[43]
• The Westminster City Council stated in October 2008 that the work "One Nation Under CCTV", painted in April 2008 will be painted over as it is graffiti. The council says it will remove any graffiti, regardless of the reputation of its creator, and specifically stated that Banksy "has no more right to paint graffiti than a child". Robert Davis, the chairman of the council planning committee told The Times newspaper: "If we condone this then we might as well say that any kid with a spray can is producing art". [44] The work was painted over in April 2009.
• In December 2008, The Little Diver, a Banksy image of a diver in a duffle coat in Melbourne Australia was vandalised. The image was protected by a sheet of clear perspex, however silver paint was poured behind the protective sheet and later tagged with the words "Banksy woz ere". The image was almost completely destroyed.[45].
2009
• May 2009, parts company with agent Steve Lazarides. Announces Pest Control [46] the handling service who act on his behalf will be the only point of sale for new works.
• On 13 June 2009, the Banksy UK Summer show opened at Bristol City Museum and Art Gallery, featuring more than 100 works of art, including animatronics and installations; it is his largest exhibition yet, featuring 78 new works.[47][48] Reaction to the show was positive, with over 8,500 visitors to the show on the first weekend.[49] Over the course of the twelve weeks, the exhibition has been visited over 300,000 times.[50]
• In September 2009, a Banksy work parodying the Royal Family was partially destroyed by Hackney Council after they served an enforcement notice for graffiti removal to the former address of the property owner. The mural had been commissioned for the 2003 Blur single "Crazy Beat" and the property owner, who had allowed the piece to be painted, was reported to have been in tears when she saw it was being painted over.[51]
• In December 2009, Banksy marked the end of the 2009 United Nations Climate Change Conference by painting four murals on global warming. One included "I don't believe in global warming" which was submerged in water.[52]
2010
• The world premiere of the film Exit Through the Gift Shop occurred at the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah, on 24 January. He created 10 street pieces around Park City and Salt Lake City to tie in with the screening.[53]
• In February, The Whitehouse public house in Liverpool, England, is sold for £114,000 at auction.[54] The side of the building has an image of a giant rat by Banksy.[55]
• In April 2010, Melbourne City Council in Australia reported that they had inadvertently ordered private contractors to paint over the last remaining Banksy art in the city. The image was of a rat descending in a parachute adorning the wall of an old council building behind the Forum Theatre. In 2008 Vandals had poured paint over a stencil of an old-fashioned diver wearing a trenchcoat. A council spokeswoman has said they would now rush through retrospective permits to protect other “famous or significant artworks” in the city.[56]
• In April 2010 to coincide with the premier of Exit through the Gift Shop in San Francisco, 5 of his pieces appeared in various parts of the city.[57] Banksy reportedly paid a Chinatown building owner $50 for the use of their wall for one of his stencils.[58]
• In May 2010 to coincide with the release of "Exit Through the Gift Shop" in Chicago, one piece appeared in the city.
Notable art pieces
In addition to his artwork, Banksy has claimed responsibility for a number of high profile art pieces, including the following:
• At London Zoo, he climbed into the penguin enclosure and painted "We're bored of fish" in seven foot high letters.[59]
• At Bristol Zoo, he left the message 'I want out. This place is too cold. Keeper smells. Boring, boring, boring.' in the elephant enclosure.[60]
• In March 2005, he placed subverted artworks in the Museum of Modern Art, Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Brooklyn Museum, and the American Museum of Natural History in New York.[61]
• He put up a subverted painting in London's Tate Britain gallery.
• In May 2005 Banksy's version of a primitive cave painting depicting a human figure hunting wildlife whilst pushing a shopping trolley was hung in gallery 49 of the British Museum, London. Upon discovery, they added it to their permanent collection.[62]
Near Bethlehem - 2005
• Banksy has sprayed "This is not a photo opportunity" on certain photograph spots.
• In August 2005, Banksy painted nine images on the Israeli West Bank barrier, including an image of a ladder going up and over the wall and an image of children digging a hole through the wall.[22][63][64][65]
See also: Other Banksy works on the Israeli West Bank barrier
• In April 2006, Banksy created a sculpture based on a crumpled red phone box with a pickaxe in its side, apparently bleeding, and placed it in a street in Soho, London. It was later removed by Westminster Council. BT released a press release, which said: "This is a stunning visual comment on BT's transformation from an old-fashioned telecommunications company into a modern communications services provider."[66]
• In June 2006, Banksy created an image of a naked man hanging out of a bedroom window on a wall visible from Park Street in central Bristol. The image sparked some controversy, with the Bristol City Council leaving it up to the public to decide whether it should stay or go.[67] After an internet discussion in which 97% (all but 6 people) supported the stencil, the city council decided it would be left on the building.[67] The mural was later defaced with paint.[67]
• In August/September 2006, Banksy replaced up to 500 copies of Paris Hilton's debut CD, Paris, in 48 different UK record stores with his own cover art and remixes by Danger Mouse. Music tracks were given titles such as "Why am I Famous?", "What Have I Done?" and "What Am I For?". Several copies of the CD were purchased by the public before stores were able to remove them, some going on to be sold for as much as £750 on online auction websites such as eBay. The cover art depicted Paris Hilton digitally altered to appear topless. Other pictures feature her with a dog's head replacing her own, and one of her stepping out of a luxury car, edited to include a group of homeless people, which included the caption "90% of success is just showing up".[68][69][70]
• In September 2006, Banksy dressed an inflatable doll in the manner of a Guantanamo Bay detainment camp prisoner (orange jumpsuit, black hood, and handcuffs) and then placed the figure within the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad ride at the Disneyland theme park in Anaheim, California.[71][72]
Technique
Asked about his technique, Banksy said:
“I use whatever it takes. Sometimes that just means drawing a moustache on a girl's face on some billboard, sometimes that means sweating for days over an intricate drawing. Efficiency is the key.[73]”
Stencils are traditionally hand drawn or printed onto sheets of acetate or card, before being cut out by hand. Because of the secretive nature of Banksy's work and identity, it is uncertain what techniques he uses to generate the images in his stencils, though it is assumed he uses computers for some images due to the photocopy nature of much of his work.
He mentions in his book, Wall and Piece, that as he was starting to do graffiti, he was always too slow and was either caught or could never finish the art in the one sitting. So he devised a series of intricate stencils to minimise time and overlapping of the colour.
Identity
Banksy's real name has been widely reported to be Robert or Robin Banks.[74][75][76] His year of birth has been given as 1974.[62]
Simon Hattenstone from Guardian Unlimited is one of the very few people to have interviewed him face-to-face. Hattenstone describes him as "a cross of Jimmy Nail and British rapper Mike Skinner" and "a 28 year old male who showed up wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a silver tooth, silver chain, and one silver earring".[77] In the same interview, Banksy revealed that his parents think their son is a painter and decorator.[77]
In May 2007, an extensive article written by Lauren Collins of the New Yorker re-opened the Banksy-identity controversy citing a 2004 photograph of the artist that was taken in Jamaica during the Two-Culture Clash project and later published in the Evening Standard in 2004.[6]
In October 2007, a story on the BBC website featured a photo allegedly taken by a passer-by in Bethnal Green, London, purporting to show Banksy at work with an assistant, scaffolding and a truck. The story confirms that Tower Hamlets Council in London has decided to treat all Banksy works as vandalism and remove them.[78]
In July 2008, it was claimed by The Mail on Sunday that Banksy's real name is Robin Gunningham.[3][79] His agent has refused to confirm or deny these reports.
In May 2009, the Mail on Sunday once again speculated about Gunningham being Banksy after a "self-portrait" of a rat holding a sign with the word "Gunningham" shot on it was photographed in East London.[80] This "new Banksy rat" story was also picked up by The Times[81] and the Evening Standard.
Banksy, himself, states on his website:
“I am unable to comment on who may or may not be Banksy, but anyone described as being 'good at drawing' doesn't sound like Banksy to me.[82]”
Controversy
In 2004, Banksy walked into the Louvre in Paris and hung on a wall a picture he had painted resembling the Mona Lisa but with a yellow smiley face. Though the painting was hurriedly removed by the museum staff, it and its counterpart, temporarily on unknown display at the Tate Britain, were described by Banksy as "shortcuts". He is quoted as saying:
“To actually [have to] go through the process of having a painting selected must be quite boring. It's a lot more fun to go and put your own one up.[83]”
Peter Gibson, a spokesperson for Keep Britain Tidy, asserts that Banksy's work is simple vandalism,[84] and Diane Shakespeare, an official for the same organization, was quoted as saying: "We are concerned that Banksy's street art glorifies what is essentially vandalism".[6]
In June 2007 Banksy created a circle of plastic portable toilets, said to resemble Stonehenge at the Glastonbury Festival. As this was in the same field as the "sacred circle" it was felt by many to be inappropriate and his installation was itself vandalized before the festival even opened. However, the intention had always been for people to climb on and interact with it.[citation needed] The installation was nicknamed "Portaloo Sunset" and "Bog Henge" by Festival goers. Michael Eavis admitted he wasn't fond of it, and the portaloos were removed before the 2008 festival.
In 2010, an artistic feud developed between Banksy and his rival King Robbo after Banksy painted over a 24-year old Robbo piece on the banks of London's Regent Canal. In retaliation several Banksy pieces in London have been painted over by 'Team Robbo'.[85][86]
Also in 2010, government workers accidentally painted over a Banksy art piece, a famed "parachuting-rat" stencil, in Australia's Melbourne CBD. [87]
Bibliography
Banksy has self-published several books that contain photographs of his work in various countries as well as some of his canvas work and exhibitions, accompanied by his own writings:
• Banksy, Banging Your Head Against A Brick Wall (2001) ISBN 978-0-95417040-0
• Banksy, Existencilism (2002) ISBN 978-0-95417041-7
• Banksy, Cut it Out (2004) ISBN 978-0-95449600-5
• Banksy, Wall and Piece (2005) ISBN 978-1-84413786-2
• Banksy, Pictures of Walls (2005) ISBN 978-0-95519460-3
Random House published Wall and Piece in 2005. It contains a combination of images from his three previous books, as well as some new material.[16]
Two books authored by others on his work were published in 2006 & 2007:
• Martin Bull, Banksy Locations and Tours: A Collection of Graffiti Locations and Photographs in London (2006 - with new editions in 2007 and 2008) ISBN 978-0-95547120-9.
• Steve Wright, Banksy's Bristol: Home Sweet Home (2007) ISBN 978-1906477004
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The only way to get within 100 or even 150m of these graceful but incredibly irritable and perceptive herons, is simply to stay completely out of their sight.
What better place to do that than in a birdwatching cabin, patiently waiting until she inches closer and closer.
Dutch: Grote Zilverreiger
The kingdoms of the forested and coastal lands have joined together, offering their finest warriors to explore a mysterious dimensional portal that has appeared.
From left to right:
Omar "Pureblade" - A warrior of unflinching moral standing who uses a sanctified scimitar. Highly perceptive, and very skilled in several styles of bladed combat.
Harlan the Elder Earth Sage - A reclusive hermit who has been thrust into stardom for his exceptional earth magic capabilities. Would rather stay and tend to the animals of the forest, but sees the call to duty as an opportunity to experiment with his offensive skills.
Thelma "Giltgleam" - One of the strongest members of a female-only warrior cult, fast and deadly with knives or bows.
Hatshepsut "The Restoring" - The youngest of the group, a very gifted mage whose abilities are channeled by a tremendously rare staff carved of pure crystal. She has ardently studied the healing arts since she was ever able to read.
Well it was a pitiful attempt at the forced perceptive, I ran out of peanut butter, yep you got it! One excuse is as good as another. So down the shelf the headless ceramic vase of a formal dress lines up with the doll for the head that was down the shelf.
Stood in the water with the crashing waves was always going to be cold on a winters morning in Scotland, but it did give me a different perceptive of the stunning rocky coast of Elgol with the Cullin mountains in the distance.
Isle of Skye, Inner Hebrides of Scotland.
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Cindog (Cinder + Dog)
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Type: Fire
Ability: Blaze
Dex Entry: Cindog are fiercely loyal to their trainers. It’s senses are so perceptive, it can detect danger from miles away.
Beware prey of the field, there’s a lurking threat! Pictured here is a red-tailed hawk, known for preying on small field animals including the field he looks down upon. This one looks to be a juvenile perhaps on the edge of adulthood. Despite the young look, he might have some bed-head. Either that or ruffled feathers from wind gusts that day and/or a molted coat but I’d like to say it was the former. This field is also predominated by tree swallows who were not too happy with his presence, a few dive bombing him on occasion and squawking loudly when they wizzed past him. I’d like to say he didn’t really care though, probably just a little irritated he couldn’t rest peacefully.
This series is of the Ruby Throated Hummingbirds that took up residence in and around my back yard and garden this past Summer.
I found it amazing how perceptive these little creatures are. They would fly rite up in front of me and hover when I would enter their space . I think to say please leave my space, or hover and feed within a few feet of were I sat or stood, but point a camera in their direction and poof they were gone. Still I have managed to get a few pics of them . here are a few of my favorites.
Osiris Toe Tip and Nail End Freshly Fallen from Isis’s Collection in Glasgow on a trip to a Parking Meter and Back NEVER ask please without recourse to an endless Stellar Shimmering Summer Night from Dusk to Dawn and Some Startling Stark Hours of Winter Solstice Celebration of Dawn to Dusk in a Cromlech, please unless as stipulated it is less traumatic to never ask.
There is an overdose of 11 pictures presented here. Few will see them all and fewer still read this description humbly exhorting you to see some pictures from each of the differing sections as detailed thusly,
2 Distinct Groupings distinctly discovery finely found to be 11 in Total.
5 Toe Pix, 1 in Much Millennia#d Mould-O-visioN.
6 Prettier Pix for your Perceptive Peepers Relief after Toe Trauma.
Of which 6 there being 4 Flowering Formations above The Toe and 2 Perfumery Pictorial Pix revealing the tiny magical elixir that may have triggered The Toe interaction so acting as below images in timeline and in causely effect.
These are not my usual sort of out spurting, well I think not and then I remember that there is some yes to answer along with the no and so also I state that these feature nicely in with some of my edited extravagances.
This both a normal day and as well at the same time not the normal that seems a life away til it returns.
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Simply look with perceptive eyes at the world about you, and trust to your own reactions and convictions. Ask yourself: "Does this subject move me to feel, think and dream? Can I visualize a print - my own personal statement of what I feel and want to convey - from the subject before me? - Ansel Adams
“Simply look with perceptive eyes at the world about you, and trust to your own reactions and convictions. Ask yourself: "Does this subject move me to feel, think and dream? Can I visualize a print - my own personal statement of what I feel and want to convey - from the subject before me?” ~~ Ansel Adams
This is why I love the sun and this place, Bayfront, Sarasota, Florida. Taken around 5PM while I was waiting for the perfect sunset : ) I had a great day yesterday! : )
I'm still on vacation my friends.. sorry if I haven't visited your stream lately but I will once I got back in NY!
Have a Great Day!
“When a person, who is urged to observe nature himself, comes to grips with it, at first he has an extremely strong desire to subjugate objects to himself. However, this does not last long; subjects are so powerful
his that he clearly begins to feel how much reason he has to recognize their power and honor their impact. As soon as he is convinced of this mutual influence, as the double infinity remarks: in objects there is the diversity of being and becoming and lively interbreeding relations, and in himself the possibility of endless improvement, which is expressed in that he constantly adapts his perceptiveness and judgment to the new forms of perception and opposition ...
Unfortunately, however, among those who have devoted themselves to knowledge, to science, one can rarely find the desired participation. To a rational person who notices a particular person, who precisely observes, analyzes, to a certain extent, something that flows from the idea and leads back to it. In his labyrinth, he feels at home in his own way, without caring for the thread that would most likely have been taken out of it; and to such a person, metal uncovered in a coin that cannot be counted seems to be burdensome property; on the contrary, he who is on a higher point of view easily neglects the individual, and everything that lives only separately, he forcibly drags together into a deadening generality.”
Yen, 1807
(I. V. Goethe. Selected Works on Natural Science, pp. 9-10)
Horizon Zero Dawn is an action role-playing video game developed by Guerrilla Games and published by Sony Interactive Entertainment. Story is set in the 31st century, in a world where humans have regressed to primitive tribal societies as a result of some unknown calamity. Their technologically advanced predecessors are vaguely remembered as the "Old Ones." Large robotic creatures known merely as "machines" now dominate the Earth. For the most part, they peacefully coexist with humans, who occasionally hunt them for parts. However, a phenomenon known as the "Derangement" has caused machines to become more aggressive towards humans, and larger and deadlier machines have begun to appear. There are three tribes that are prominently featured: the Nora, the Carja, and the Oseram. The Nora are fierce hunter-gatherers who live in the mountains and worship nature as the "All-Mother." The Carja are desert-dwelling city builders who worship the Sun. The Oseram are tinkerers known for their metalworking, brewing, and arguing. Aloy was cast out from the Nora tribe at birth, raised by an outcast named Rost (JB Blanc). As a child, she obtained a Focus, a small augmented reality device that gives her special perceptive abilities. After coming of age, Aloy (Ashly Burch) enters a competition called the Proving to win the right to become a Nora Brave, and by extension, a member of the Nora tribe. Aloy wins the competition, but the Nora are suddenly attacked by cultists. Aloy is almost killed by their leader Helis (Crispin Freeman), but is saved by Rost, who sacrifices himself to save Aloy from a bomb. When Aloy awakes, a Matriarch explains that the cultists had gained control of corrupted machines. Aloy also learns that as an infant, she was found at the foot of a sealed door. An Oseram foreigner called Olin (Chook Sibtain) informs Aloy that the cultists are part of a group calling themselves the Eclipse. Olin indicates that the reason Aloy was targeted by the Eclipse was due to her resemblance to an Old World scientist named Dr. Elisabet Sobeck (also voiced by Burch).
We had decided a while ago that our next car would be Electric and had been closely scrutinising all the available ones. When this new Skoda Enyaq came on the market, I was obviously very interested, especially as I had owned three Skodas before buying my present car, a Mercedes that I have been unhappy with for a while and now regard the buy as a mistake! So test drive arranged and a few days ago got to drive electric for the first time!
The Skoda Enyaq is an all-electric SUV, and the first Electric car that Skoda has produced commercially. If you don’t know about Skoda, it is a company in the Volkswagen group that contains Audi, VW and Seat as well. It goes up against alternatives like the mechanically similar Volkswagen ID4, the upcoming Nissan Ariya and the Ford Mustang Mach-E.
There’s two battery versions of the Skoda Enyaq iV — the 60 and the 80. The 60 uses a 62kWh battery pack that will return 256 miles between charges, plus a 180hp electric motor. The 80 takes capacity up to 82kWh, with 333 miles of range, plus a more powerful 204hp electric motor. The 60 is the one to go for, if you can deal with the shorter range — performance is punchy enough, top speed about 100mph and it’s the only Enyaq that qualifies for the £2,500 or about $3,500 government grant, eventual cost new about £31,500 or nearly $44,000. The Enyaq has gained awards like the ‘Best Electric Large SUV!’ The ŠKODA ENYAQ iV SUV took home this win at the What Car? Electric Car of the Year Award 2021 so must be good, yes?
If you have a 7kW home charger it will take around nine hours to charge from empty to full and that will cost about £10, nearly $14. Again there is a government grant available to reduce the cost of the charger.
My verdict after running it for a while? Briefly, a very nice car that I would love to own and drive. Inside and controls finished off well, comfortable on smooth roads and all controls and information screen clearly labelled and easy to see and operate. The trouble is the weight! Batteries are very heavy, not so heavy nowadays but still a considerable weight and positioned low on the car. This means that there is unevenness and vibration on rough or potholed roads as the shocks cannot smooth everything out. This will not bother most of us at all and if it was just me, I would be fine with it but my wife suffers from a back and spinal condition and it very perceptive to bumps and unevenness in ride.
So unfortunately it is a no-no! Even as I write, new generation batteries is being developed with greater range and a reduction in size and weight. So, we will wait a few more years for the next model electric that Skoda produce when the shock absorbers can cope that much better with a lesser weight, the range is a little more and the network of charging points has expanded!
Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life . . . You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like maybe we should just be friends or how very perceptive turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
- Neil Gaiman
i had never quite grasped the techniques behind animal entrails divination: i always thought it was the simplest shortcut for the shaman to get free meat and keep cheating villagers; in rorschach living, after all, if you look hard enough you can hallucinate everything in everything else and there's no way to boot you out of the trap, especially if you insist in believing it;
days are curious, though, light shedding on corners that you plain forgot they existed if you ever knew it to begin with: and two days ago i saw a vid where some guys slained a goat and presented its entrails to some other old guy who stared at them long enough to pretend they were a 3d cast of the surrounding territory, pointing at the duodenopyloric constriction and calling it enemy territory, aiming at the incisura cardiaca and saying we are here in the camera with a faint smile.
the above picture has obviously no relation to all of this, old and off topic and silly wanky sp's as it is. while most of my time gets spent in a horrible pink noise hushed perceptive hiss, the poor cultural apparatus backing me up tends to illuminate the rarest, occasional handful of moments in a clearer, distinct greek tragedy light: and while mostly i witness ol' robot me smiling or staying silent or plain service-messaging fellow humans, i sometimes find myself delighted in savouring its impromptu vigorous wake into a world of unmistaken singing lines, knives stabbing chests in rapture at exactly the right time, torn eyes in order to see no more and a multitude of choir cries feedbacking their way to the huge silence of a sky empty for million of miles on end.
and yet i had no need to seppuku myself, to let the swim of the katana lead my own entrails over the ground to guess that, briefly put, everywhere is now a danger zone, that nowhere is a safe harbour and that in the middle of this trite, lapalissian acknowledgement life keeps going on in the exact same way as always.
i hold firmly onto the joy of believing in nothing.
i know little and i'm sharing only its shadow.
inhabitants of the enemy territory have been warned.
something will happen, soon.
it always does.
==Arkham Asylum==
"Is it done?" Crane pried, leaning forward to examine the collection of monitors on the wall.
"Juuuust finishing rendering, I'm setting it to run on auto. If you think you can handle that," Billings teased Cobb, as he inputted a final command into his keyboard.
"I can handle it," Cobb crackled back irritably, clearly insulted by Billings' insinuation.
Billings shrugged dispassionately, and took a glug from his flask, beer dripping down his chin. Since Thawne returned, he was drinking even more than usual. "Hey, I never asked!" he burped out suddenly. "What's the one thing you guys want most?"
The response was a resounding groan from the rest of the room.
"C'mon, it's topical. You, Zoom?"
Zolomon, looked off into the distance; he would keep his fantasy to himself, yet even so, Crane could discern a slight change in his demeanour.
"Forget it," a less perceptive Billings groaned. "Hayden?"
"Ooh!” Hayden clapped his hands together with delight. “A world to conquer! Billions of playthings to control!" he jumped up and down giddily. "Just like the Monitor promised. He promised, you know! Oh, so long ago... But he's gone. He's gone and I'm still waiting."
"Well, I don't know about any monitor, but it's a strong start," Billings smiled. "Crane?"
Scarecrow paused. "What do I want most?" he repeated, a thin, nostalgic smile breaking across his scarred face. "Leek and potato soup."
"What?" Billings frowned, his excitement dissipating like the steam from one of Crane’s broths.
"A warm bowl of leek and potato soup," Crane whispered longingly, practically salivating. "Funny where the mind wanders, no? I am not a sentimental person by any measure, and yet... I find myself fantasising not of a world torn apart by terror, nor of a working body... But of my mother's humble, homemade broth, a slight comfort from the wretched hell that was my childhood. And what of yourself?"
Billings chuckled. "Easy. I want my leg back. I want to walk without limping. I... I want Best Picture. Sims: you and I could partner up, do some real arthouse shit, A24, the works; tits, gore, close ups of flowers... And when those accolades come flooding in, I want someone to share it with. I want... I want a mouth around my cock. One of those pretty broads, from Hollywood. But the classy kind, not those new-age sl-ts. Now, Walker's wife, she was a knockout."
"Oh, yes, we liked Mrs Moth..." the King giggled, his tail wriggling between his legs. "But what of Selina Kyle?" the creature pried.
"Wayne's girl? I guess. Nice ass, but the short hair's a turn-off. I like my women to look like women, you know?"
The King didn't like that; a quiet hiss escaped his saliva-drenched lips, but went unnoticed by Billings.
"How about you, Sims?" Billings pressed on.
Sims laced his hands together as he contemplated his response. "Do you remember the day Superman died?" he asked at last.
"Well, of course, everyone fucking does."
Sims’ glass-like eyes narrowed. "Exactly. When that Doomsday monster murdered Superman one of the photographers from the Planet, Olsen, snuck in quick, got the money shot. And what a shot it was; a tattered cape hanging from a piece of twisted metal like a flag; Lane, tear stricken, clutching his battered body. I don't think there's a single person on the planet who hasn't seen that photo.
And it was taken by a child.
It was everywhere. On every paper, on every website. That is what I want. I want to be there when Batman dies. Someone else can shoot him. Stab him. Choke him. But I want to be the one to take that picture."
"Cobb?"
The hologram flickered. "Aside from the obvious? I want you to stop downloading porn on my servers. Tall ask."
==Butchinsky's==
While the rest of The Misfits drowned their sorrows in unrefrigerated spirits, Chuck, Ten, Bridget, Kuttler and Needham had set up shop in Len’s office. While Ten finished unfurrowing blueprints of Arkham Island, Needham wandered off, distracted by a framed class photo hanging above a metal safe. He wiped the dust-covered glass with his thumb and frowned. "Huh. Didn't know Fiasco went to middle school with Bruce Wayne," he spoke, noticing a skinny blond boy shooting daggers at a dark-haired student two rows in front of him.
"Are you kidding? He never shut up about it," Chuck smiled nostalgically.
"Really?" Ten frowned. "He always struck me as pretty reserved. Closed off, even."
"Then you never saw him with a shotgun," Needham turned his head back.
"Len's a good man, honest. He just... holds a few grudges. Anyway, it was just for a year or two, before Wayne left for soul searching or whatever he did abroad."
"A man like that, I can hazard a guess," Bridget shivered.
“Wayne isn't so bad," Ten vouched for him. "He gave me a job at Wayne Enterprises once I got out of Blackgate, gave me these prosthetics… He even donated money to Joey and I's start-up."
Kuttler shot Needham a glance. "They don't know?" he whispered.
"No, and he'd rather we kept it that way."
Kuttler rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair in annoyed resignation.
"Eric, you were on Arkham Island, did you learn anything when you were down there?" Chuck asked, unaware of the duo’s hushed exchange.
"Nothing of value," Needham replied discouragingly, gesturing to the forest on the maps. "They have King of Cats on patrol, cameras everywhere… Bats figured Spellbinder has cast an illusion across the entire island. We'd be going in blind. Can't say I like our odds,” he spoke candidly.
"Yes, I recognise the energy signature… Hmm, he’s not been capable of something on this scale before; that must be Cobb’s doing. It’s going to be tricky to disable, I know of only one other who could…” Kuttler presumed. “I should be able to access the bunker, that uses Lexcorp security, it was always cheaper than Luthor let on… Do you have any idea how to access the Asylum?”
"Well, full-frontal would-be suicide," Bridget stated. "What about the beach?"
“S’possible, if we had someone drawing their fire,” Needham answered.
"Well, I could maybe get onto the rooftop, access Intensive Treatment from there. Assuming that's where they're keeping them. Otis can take a team into the sewers… Just need them focused on the courtyards. Draw them out. Knock them out," Chuck smirked.
“Hah,” Ten laughed dryly, twirling a lock of greying hair. “You make it sound easy.”
~-~
"What're you doing back there?" Blake inquired, sipping from a warm bottle of beer, and peering over the counter.
Joey turned off the blow torch and lowered his goggles. "Back at Gotham General, Carson took down Suit with some kind of Fire-Sword-"
"It was a lightsaber, Rig. Let's call it as it is," Gar interrupted, taking time away from watching the door as he waited for Jenna.
"Lightsaber, fine," Joey smiled slightly. "Carson might not be going anywhere, but with what we know about the other Outcasts, we need every advantage we can get. I'm just trying to see if I can reverse engineer a fire- uh, lightsaber of my own," he explained to the pair, as he continued to weld together his weapon.
"Keep working at it," Gar nodded curtly, as he patted him on the back, then turned his attention back to the bar floor; The front door opened with a creak and Jenna entered the bar. And, to Gar's surprise (and his chagrin), she was not alone:
"What’s she doing here?" Gar frowned, watching as Volcana entered, a child-filled papoose around her chest.
"She insisted," Jenna rolled her eyes, as the two embraced in a hug that was all too short.
Clair raised baby Josie above her head and planted her in Gar's arms, a delighted "Dada" escaping the child's lips, as she wriggled around and cooed.
"Dude... is that baby fucking flammable?" Sharpe asked, as a fiery snot bubble escaped Josie's chubby nose.
"Most are," Flannegan responded dryly; he was standing by a dusty pool table; breaking up the neat triangle of pool balls with the chalked-up base of his staff for dramatic effect.
"Jenna, dear, listen. I make a margarita that is to die for," Clair declared to a bewildered Duffy, as she parted the saloon doors and disappeared behind the bar, unearthing two cocktail glasses and a metal shaker. Blake's eyes followed her as she bent over, a sudden flash in his brown eyes.
"Really?" Gar growled disapprovingly at him.
"Hey, it's been a hot minute. Don't be greedy, Lynns," he lectured him on dubious moral grounds.
Gar rolled his eyes, swallowing his retort. "Clair, this is serious-" he called out over the distracting sound of bottles clinking against one another as his ex searched the cupboards for garnishes, but it was no use.
"So am I," she replied airily. "Now where does that Pencil keep the salt?" she scowled.
Gar let out an exasperated sigh, his eyes meeting Jenna's as he sought understanding. “Beside the rat poison," he relented tiredly.
"Fuckin’ savage," Flannegan muttered disdainfully, moving his staff away from the pool table so that Mayo could have a turn. The Condiment King eagerly jabbed the cue forwards; the white ball shot off the table and, gaining momentum, crashed through the window.
“WHO FUCKING THREW THAT?”
The front door swung open for the second time in five minutes, as Doctor Gaige stormed forward, a white pool ball in his hand; he was joined by a dour looking Axel, a tearful Kitten, and Simon, who was holding Cammy on his shoulders; the youngest of the Gaige-Walkers playfully tugging on the antennae on his purple helmet.
"Heyo, Doc, you sure you can bring them in here? Aren't they a little young?" Sharpe teased.
Gaige and Axel stuck their middle fingers out in unison.
“Funny,” Axel scowled.
“Your balls drop yet?” Gaige queried.
"Josie!" Cammy pointed excitedly from atop Simon's shoulders. Simon smiled, and lowered his younger brother to the ground, letting him toddle along the wooden floor towards Gar’s child.
"Cam-Cam!" Josie squealed back as she tried to wrestle herself from her father’s grip, clapping her chubby fists together.
"Well? Where is he? Where is that self-righteous, self-serious Furry-Fetish Fuckwit?" Gaige demanded.
"He's gone."
Gaige tilted his head towards Needham; the meeting in Len’s office now adjourned. "What?"
"He took a hit in the precinct, and he's out of action."
"That inconsiderate bastard!" Gaige roared, throwing the pool ball out the other window.
“Wait, we’re not doing this without the Bat, are we?” Blake gasped, flecks of beer foam in his orange beard.
“We’ve done plenty without the Bat,” Gar responded.
“Yeah, heists. And guess what, he managed to kick our asses every time!” Blake panicked. "Look, it doesn't matter if we beat the clown, if we even can. If we lose Killer, it's a phallic victory at best," he declared despondently.
"You're doing that intentionally," Kuttler spoke, massaging his temples.
"Doing what?"
Sharpe chugged his fifth pint and beamed. The Misfits, the Gaige-Walkers, Jenna, and Needham all groaned, fearing the worst. "I'm with Lynns. Listen, y'all know I'm no big fan of Moth's. He hung me out to dry while you all went scouting for college chicks-"
"That's not what happened-" Ten protested.
"That's exactly what happened," Blake testified.
"Doesn't matter! Look, we all have our talents; Ten, you provide sagely wisdom, Gar sets things on fire and is sad about it; Rigger sets things on fire with impressive enthusiasm. Blake is a stellar one-on-one combatant, (and a less than stellar ladies' man, let's be honest, Tom) while I literally have plot on my side. Now, Moth, Moth is a born leader, that’s why we need him! And Chuck was born to lead whenever he falls into a depressive state. You, Calculator, you do something with computers, right? Bridget gave us a lovely marketable redemption arc. And Needham? Oh, Needham knows where to get all the best drugs; downside is, he's also killed most of the suppliers. Jenna is a woman, and that's great! We need more of those! Speaking of more of those, Volcana-"
"Leave me out of this, Texas Toast,” Clair warned, her margarita glass burning in her grip.
"Kay! Otis has a bunch of skills that I don't really wanna look into, but they exist! Doc, you make animal cruelty a loveable quirk! We are all valuable, and there isn't anything that can stop us if we can put our minds to it."
"Oh, and Mayo. Forgot about him," Sharpe added apologetically.
"So did I!" Mitch replied, toasting Sharpe's speech with a can of Cream Soda.
“Still, it’s not going to be easy. We’ll need nothing short of an army to storm Arkham,” Chuck declared.
“Hhn. Is that all? I can get you an army,” Gaige growled assertively.
"Ooh, and I could ask Fang!" Kitten squealed delightedly.
The Misfits stared back blankly. Chuck looked at their resident database, Kuttler, who shrugged.
"Uh... My boyfriend? Fang?" Kitten twirled a lock of long blonde hair.
"I, uh, appreciate the enthusiasm, Kitten. But we can't ask a boy to fight for us... We need powerhouses,” Chuck replied.
"But he-"
"-Deserves to spend the rest of his life with you, I'm sure,” he smiled, placing a supportive, if not a little dismissive, hand on her shoulder.
"Which for him is one to two years," Axel muttered.
"Are we really doing this?" Joey asked. "Fighting a speedster, the Psycho Pirate, Joker?"
Chuck looked around the room, at the faces waiting expectantly. "Hell yeah."
~-~
Simon entered the bathroom; he flicked water into his dry eyes, he rubbed his eyelids, he looked up at the mirror, and then-?
And then he jumped back.
In his reflection, was a man dressed in yellow, red eyes boring through Simon’s petrified figure. Simon spun around, praying it was the sleep deprivation.
It wasn’t.
"If you try to tell anyone I'm here, I'll slaughter all of them before you can finish the first syllable. Do you understand?"
"How- How are you-?" the boy choked.
"Don't speak. Just nod."
It took everything in Simon’s power not to run. To scream. To hide. But he was restrained by the thought of what Eobard Thawne might do to his family if he refused him. So, he swallowed his fear and met his request with a rigid nod.
"Good,” Thawne smiled with that sadistic, condescending smile that had haunted Simon for over five years. “You have questions, naturally, that's understandable. Let me catch you up to speed: The last time you saw me, you were going back in time, to undo Chronos and the Pike girl's little 'mess.' Well done, by the way, I see things are mostly back to normal... Now, the last time I saw you, you were choking to death on your own blood.”
Simon stared back with unblinking eyes and Thawne yawned.
“Time Travel; it's a difficult concept to wrap your head around, if you're a novice... Oh, what's the matter, Simon? Life flashing before your eyes?"
"You're- You're with the Outcasts?” he spoke at last, each word a challenge as they fought their way past the lump in his throat. “This- this was all you?"
Thawne let out a cold, mirthless chuckle as he approached. His hand lingered on Simon’s chest, mere inches from where he’d once plunged his hand, his smile growing broader as he felt the boy tremble. "Oh, please, I'm not responsible for every bad day in your life. You're not The Flash. The clown has his agenda, I have mine. Consider this a... ‘notice’ on the eve of war."
His hand retreated from Simon’s person, as his body coursed with red lightning.
"Wait!" Simon pleaded. He couldn’t let him go, not without asking him.
Thawne tried to hide his annoyance. Poorly. "Yes?" he asked.
"Where you come from, whatever that original timeline was... Was this always supposed to happen?"
Thawne exhaled. "Why should it matter?"
"Because... I need to know if..."
"If your stepmother was always fated to die?"
Thawne zoomed behind him, and Simon's stomach lurched. "No, more than that..." he smiled, piecing together Simon's motives. "You want to know if it's your fault."
Simon nodded, avoiding eye contact.
He chuckled coldly. "Well, I'm sorry to say you severely overestimate my knowledge of your family, and my interest… But I shall tell you this, in my timeline? Before Chronos shattered it, and you tried to patch it up with sticky tape and chewing gum?
The Arkham Project never got off the ground."
A flash of lightning and Thawne was gone, but not without leaving a lingering, grinning afterimage in his wake. A final taunt to the boy he’d killed.
==Gotham Warehouse District==
The site of Drury’s first Mothcave
Joey christened his new firesword by using its blade to melt through the lock to the warehouse, leading the group into an abandoned loading bay. Jenna took point, kneeling beside a metal hatch and opening her toolbox. She retrieved her favourite power drill and unscrewed the set of four bolts. Next, Gar leaned in, helping her lift the heavy hatch aside. Taking the lead, Chuck grasped the end of his torch and walked down the steps, uncovering a sparse basement below. He ripped a sheet down and revealed a large mirror. He looked to Axel for confirmation, then chapped rhythmically on the glass. At first, nothing happened, then a dishevelled looking man with scruffy orange hair stuck his head out of the mirror. "Aye?" he slurred, evidently hungover.
"Drury's been taken."
"Well dinnae just stand there!" the Scottish man commanded, pulling Chuck through the portal, and re-emerging in a bar in Keystone City. As the Misfits took turns stepping through the mirror, Chuck caught the bar’s costumed inhabitants up to speed.
“Yeah, Zoom’s a tough bastard,” Mick Rory nodded, downing a shot of whiskey. “So, unless you lot are carrying secret speedster powers, you’ve no chance.”
"Not alone no, but that’s why we're assembling a crack team," Joey proclaimed, his cheeks red.
"Och, did somebody say crack?" McCulloch asked, rubbing his running nose.
The Misfits stared back uncomfortably.
"Ach, ahm just joshing ya,” McCulloch chortled. “But seriously, if ya do ha' any crack, best ye keep it ta yerselves. Ahm tryna get clean."
Before the Misfits could offer their support of his sobriety, a blonde woman entered the room, pausing as her amber eyes met Chuck’s. Rory growled protectively.
McCulloch grinned. "Och, aye. Lis', this is Chuckie Broon. He's one a' Axel’s dad's pals. Fae tha Misfits"
The blonde woman, Lisa, waved back politely, then left the way she came. Rory rose from his stool and followed her out.
"You'll have ta forgive Rory,” McCulloch apologised. “He thinks yer aw fookin’ mental. No' me? I ken yer aw fookin' mental. Wit do yous have in mind?"
Jenna smirked. "We know a couple guys."
~-~
"Fame, and fortune?" Paul Booker asked, lowering his pint, wiping away the thick layer of beer foam with the back of his hand. "Sure! Why not!"
"But Big Sir has lots of fame and fortune, Mr Major,” the enormous man beside him cooed.
"And some of us have a triple mortgage and a boat to pay off!” Booker snapped back.
"Big Sir told you that was a bad investment,” Ratchett replied sternly.
"Like I'm gonna take financial advice from a gopher that can't count to ten! This- This pays, don't it?" Booker’s eyes squinted at Jenna.
==The Broken Arrow. Star City==
“-And that’s why we’ll beat Green Arrow once and for all!” the Pinball Wizard proclaimed, making his speech from atop an overturned wine crate.
William Tockman sighed as his back pocket began vibrating; he removed his clock-like helmet and picked up his phone. "Clocko, it's Maj. Got another job for you," a familiar voice called out.
Clock King looked over at Scimitar, now picking his nose, and Rainbow Archer, in a perpetual state of swallowing saliva and, putting the phone away from his mouth, muttered quietly "Thank God."
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Outlining a Theory of General Creativity . .
. . on a 'Pataphysical projectory
Entropy ≥ Memory ● Creativity ²
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Confidence of the day:
"jef you must be burnt out by all that joyful research... judging from your most recent images, either yours - or someone you know, world has gone into pieces."
jef safi said:
"Hello you_u. The world does not go to pieces, it has always been dis(re)constructed and will always be dis(re)constructed in pieces (I prefer to name them monads, and monads of monads, etc., so integrating the dark matter itself). These are us, the human monads, these perceptive, affective and cognitive pieces of pieces, who are trying to order this impossible puzzling and call this mission-game-labour "to give our world some meaning". These are us, who are trying to slow this great natural entropic dis(re)construction, dis(re)making a "double" (would say Clément Rosset) to the reality . . so much we are unable to know and control what is the true one. Our puzzle, our world as we name it, go full gallop toward its last collapse, as many worlds along many eras and by many species before us along the geologic history of the planet (to reduce the problem to our shorter local one because the cosmologic one will always remain unknowable). Since Prometheus, that is to say since we stole fire to Hephaestus and art to Athena, we run one foot on the techne-accelerator and the other on the logos-brake, so . . toward our last wall more and more . . efficiently (everything shows that we have also robbed the greed, a rather detonating mixture of silliness and cynicism, but we do not know to which god or goddess). This vain puzzling-run is not a stupidity at all, this is our transcendAnce, as joyful than tragic (tragic : considering how inherent sufferings are poorly distributed among us). Such is the inexorable march of Entropy (would say Boltzmann). Entropy has neither principles nor goals of its existing or of its acting and we, human monads, are only few paltry modes of this first species of universes (would say Spinoza). So, thank [uU] to participate with such joy and inspiration in this great pUUzzling-rUUn . . I wish you a great 13rd joyful attempt not to complete your part . . I'm fan, dis(re)finitively !"
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rectO-persO | E ≥ m.C² | co~errAnce | TiLt
“There's nothing more embarrassing than to have earned the disfavor of a perceptive animal.” ―Michael Chabon, Wonder Boys
Europe, Netherlands, Rotterdam, Hoek van Holland, Beach, Sun beds, Sand, Sea (uncut)
Check out the studio version of Martha & The Muffins 80s summer hit Echo beach.
For the 'new wave' aficionados, a live version of the song is here . The organ sounds Stranglers-like ;-)
Shot during a delightful Hoek van Holland lunch and afternoon with Leun
This is the last of the Hoek van Holland series - thanxalot for your kind and perceptive words !
In lieu of a new Vortex issue (will prob come out in the next few days), have a Vortex Volume 1 fig-barf!
GMA - The coolest grandma around. Not not not very perceptive, or is she!?!? Ambulance driver. Like 67 or something, just retire already, jeez.
Vortex - Everyones favorite construct swinging, portal opening, hooded vigilante.
Clockwork - Evil madman. He uses his immense knowledge of clocks to do evil? Always has something truly evil up his sleeve. Very evil.
General Howser - A seemingly normal 4 star general. Howser is secretly caught in a web of lies, but could he be the spider?
Pyrotechnic - Not-so evil man who was picked off of the street to become a lab rat. The end results of the tests were fire powers and serious mental problems. Did I mention he is in a coma? (see Vortex #1)
evil
Why would anyone own a camera? I ask because of my unexpected experience this evening with Night Mode when shooting iPhone 13 Pro. A day filled with distraction, including an ant attack on our kitties’ food dishes, disrupted my normal walking routine. Around 8:30 p.m. PDT, I slipped out for fresh air and quick jaunt.
Twelve minutes later, along Texas Street, I passed by a cat curled up on steps before a home’s security door. I kept walking, then turned back. The sleeper was quite illuminated, under the porch light, which created possibly satisfying portrait. When I pressed the shutter button, a countdown timer appeared on the screen. That’s new, I thought, not knowing that Night Mode automatically activates and behaves such.
The portrait is presented as shot, including 4:3 perceptive; I more typically crop 3:2.
Nickname needed, let’s go with Homey, for being so at home on the welcome mat and feeling so safe despite the jarring traffic noise on that part of Texas.
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A few nice portable China toilets for sale images I found:
Banksy in Boston: F̶O̶L̶L̶O̶W̶ ̶Y̶O̶U̶R̶ ̶D̶R̶E̶A̶M̶S̶ CANCELLED, Essex St, Chinatown, Boston
Image by Chris Devers
Interestingly, both of the Boston area Banksy pieces are on Essex St:
• F̶O̶L̶L̶O̶W̶ ̶Y̶O̶U̶R̶ ̶D̶R̶E̶A̶M̶S̶ CANCELLED (aka chimney sweep) in Chinatown, Boston
• NO LOITRIN in Central Square, Cambridge.
Does that mean anything? It looks like he favors Essex named streets & roads when he can. In 2008, he did another notable Essex work in London, for example, and posters on the Banksy Forums picked up & discussed on the Essex link as well.
Is there an Essex Street in any of the other nearby towns? It looks like there are several: Brookline, Charlestown, Chelsea, Gloucester, Haverhill, Lawrence, Lynn, Medford, Melrose, Quincy, Revere, Salem, Saugus, Somerville, Swampscott, and Waltham. Most of these seem improbable to me, other than maybe Brookline, or maybe Somerville or Charlestown. But they start getting pretty suburban after that.
But, again, why "Essex"? In a comment on this photo, Birbeck helps clarify:
I can only surmise that he’s having a ‘dig’ at Essex UK, especially with the misspelling of ‘Loitering’. Here, the general view of the urban districts in Essex: working class but with right wing views; that they’re not the most intellectual bunch; rather obsessed with fashion (well, their idea of it); their place of worship is the shopping mall; enjoy rowdy nights out; girls are thought of as being dumb, fake blonde hair/tans and promiscuous; and guys are good at the ‘chit chat’, and swagger around showing off their dosh (money).
It was also the region that once had Europe’s largest Ford motor China factory. In its heyday, 1 in 3 British cars were made in Dagenham, Essex. Pay was good for such unskilled labour, generations worked mind-numbing routines on assembly lines for 80 years. In 2002 the recession ended the dream.
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• Meredith Goldsten of the Boston Globe wrote to me on Facebook and asked for permission to run one of my Banksy photos in the newspaper, which I granted. Supposedly, this photo or one of the others I took appeared in the Globe on 15 May 2010, but I haven’t been able to find it. The online version of that day’s article, titled Tag — we’re it: Banksy, the controversial and elusive street artist, left his mark here. Or did he? uses a photo taken by "Essdras M. Suarez / Globe Staff". If I can find a copy of that day’s paper and verify that one of my Banksy photos was in there, I’ll scan the page & post a copy here
• This photo appeared on Grafitti – A arte das ruas on Yahoo Meme. Yes, Yahoo has a Tumblr/Posterous-esque "Meme" service now — I was as surprised as you are.
• This photo also appeared on Love Your Chaos on Tumblr, among other blogs. Thanks!
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Banksy
• Birth name
Unknown
• Born
1974 or 1975 (1974 or 1975), Bristol, UK[1]
• Nationality
• Field
• Movement
Anti-Totalitarianism
Anti-War
• Works
Naked Man Image
One Nation Under CCTV
Anarchist Rat
Ozone’s Angel
Pulp Fiction
Banksy is a pseudonymous[2][3][4] British graffiti artist. He is believed to be a native of Yate, South Gloucestershire, near Bristol[2] and to have been born in 1974,[5] but his identity is unknown.[6] According to Tristan Manco[who?], Banksy "was born in 1974 and raised in Bristol, England. The son of a photocopier technician, he trained as a butcher but became involved in graffiti during the great Bristol aerosol boom of the late 1980s."[7] His artworks are often satirical pieces of art on topics such as politics, culture, and ethics. His street art, which combines graffiti writing with a distinctive stencilling technique, is similar to Blek le Rat, who began to work with stencils in 1981 in Paris and members of the anarcho-punk band Crass who maintained a graffiti stencil campaign on the London Tube System in the late 1970s and early 1980s. His art has appeared in cities around the world.[8] Banksy’s work was born out of the Bristol underground scene which involved collaborations between artists and musicians.
Banksy does not sell photos of street graffiti.[9] Art auctioneers have been known to attempt to sell his street art on location and leave the problem of its removal in the hands of the winning bidder.[10]
Banksy’s first film, Exit Through The Gift Shop, billed as "the world’s first street art disaster movie", made its debut at the 2010 Sundance Film Festival.[11] The film was released in the UK on March 5.[12]
Contents
• 1 Career
•• 1.1 2000
•• 1.2 2002
•• 1.3 2003
•• 1.4 2004
•• 1.5 2005
•• 1.6 2006
•• 1.7 2007
•• 1.8 2008
•• 1.9 2009
•• 1.10 2010
Career
Banksy started as a freehand graffiti artist 1992–1994[14] as one of Bristol’s DryBreadZ Crew (DBZ), with Kato and Tes.[15] He was inspired by local artists and his work was part of the larger Bristol underground scene. From the start he used stencils as elements of his freehand pieces, too.[14] By 2000 he had turned to the art of stencilling after realising how much less time it took to complete a piece. He claims he changed to stencilling whilst he was hiding from the police under a train carriage, when he noticed the stencilled serial number[16] and by employing this technique, he soon became more widely noticed for his art around Bristol and London.[16]
Stencil on the waterline of The Thekla, an entertainment boat in central Bristol – (wider view). The image of Death is based on a 19th century etching illustrating the pestilence of The Great Stink.[17]
Banksy’s stencils feature striking and humorous images occasionally combined with slogans. The message is usually anti-war, anti-capitalist or anti-establishment. Subjects often include rats, monkeys, policemen, soldiers, children, and the elderly.
In late 2001, on a trip to Sydney and Melbourne, Australia, he met up with the Gen-X pastellist, visual activist, and recluse James DeWeaver in Byron Bay[clarification needed], where he stencilled a parachuting rat with a clothes peg on its nose above a China toilet at the Arts China Factory Lodge. This stencil can no longer be located. He also makes stickers (the Neighbourhood Watch subvert) and sculpture (the murdered phone-box), and was responsible for the cover art of Blur’s 2003 album Think Tank.
2000
The album cover for Monk & Canatella‘s Do Community Service was conceived and illustrated by Banksy, based on his contribution to the "Walls on fire" event in Bristol 1998.[18][citation needed]
2002
On 19 July 2002, Banksy’s first Los Angeles exhibition debuted at 33 1/3 Gallery, a small Silverlake venue owned by Frank Sosa. The exhibition, entitled Existencilism, was curated by 33 1/3 Gallery, Malathion, Funk Lazy Promotions, and B+.[19]
2003
In 2003 in an exhibition called Turf War, held in a warehouse, Banksy painted on animals. Although the RSPCA declared the conditions suitable, an animal rights activist chained herself to the railings in protest.[20] He later moved on to producing subverted paintings; one example is Monet‘s Water Lily Pond, adapted to include urban detritus such as litter and a shopping trolley floating in its reflective waters; another is Edward Hopper‘s Nighthawks, redrawn to show that the characters are looking at a British football hooligan, dressed only in his Union Flag underpants, who has just thrown an object through the glass window of the cafe. These oil paintings were shown at a twelve-day exhibition in Westbourne Grove, London in 2005.[21]
2004
In August 2004, Banksy produced a quantity of spoof British £10 notes substituting the picture of the Queen’s head with Princess Diana‘s head and changing the text "Bank of England" to "Banksy of England." Someone threw a large wad of these into a crowd at Notting Hill Carnival that year, which some recipients then tried to spend in local shops. These notes were also given with invitations to a Santa’s Ghetto exhibition by Pictures on Walls. The individual notes have since been selling on eBay for about £200 each. A wad of the notes were also thrown over a fence and into the crowd near the NME signing tent at The Reading Festival. A limited run of 50 signed posters containing ten uncut notes were also produced and sold by Pictures on Walls for £100 each to commemorate the death of Princess Diana. One of these sold in October 2007 at Bonhams auction house in London for £24,000.
2005
In August 2005, Banksy, on a trip to the Palestinian territories, created nine images on Israel’s highly controversial West Bank barrier. He reportedly said "The Israeli government is building a wall surrounding the occupied Palestinian territories. It stands three times the height of the Berlin Wall and will eventually run for over 700km—the distance from London to Zurich. "[22]
2006
• Banksy held an exhibition called Barely Legal, billed as a "three day vandalised warehouse extravaganza" in Los Angeles, on the weekend of 16 September. The exhibition featured a live "elephant in a room", painted in a pink and gold floral wallpaper pattern.[23]
• After Christina Aguilera bought an original of Queen Victoria as a lesbian and two prints for £25,000,[24] on 19 October 2006 a set of Kate Moss paintings sold in Sotheby’s London for £50,400, setting an auction record for Banksy’s work. The six silk-screen prints, featuring the model painted in the style of Andy Warhol‘s Marilyn Monroe pictures, sold for five times their estimated value. His stencil of a green Mona Lisa with real paint dripping from her eyes sold for £57,600 at the same auction.[25]
• In December, journalist Max Foster coined the phrase, "the Banksy Effect", to illustrate how interest in other street artists was growing on the back of Banksy’s success.[26]
2007
• On 21 February 2007, Sotheby’s auction house in London auctioned three works, reaching the highest ever price for a Banksy work at auction: over £102,000 for his Bombing Middle England. Two of his other graffiti works, Balloon Girl and Bomb Hugger, sold for £37,200 and £31,200 respectively, which were well above their estimated prices.[27] The following day’s auction saw a further three Banksy works reach soaring prices: Ballerina With Action Man Parts reached £96,000; Glory sold for £72,000; Untitled (2004) sold for £33,600; all significantly above estimated values.[28] To coincide with the second day of auctions, Banksy updated his website with a new image of an auction house scene showing people bidding on a picture that said, "I Can’t Believe You Morons Actually Buy This Shit."[6]
• In February 2007, the owners of a house with a Banksy mural on the side in Bristol decided to sell the house through Red Propeller art gallery after offers fell through because the prospective buyers wanted to remove the mural. It is listed as a mural which comes with a house attached.[29]
• In April 2007, Transport for London painted over Banksy’s iconic image of a scene from Quentin Tarantino‘s Pulp Fiction, with Samuel L. Jackson and John Travolta clutching bananas instead of guns. Although the image was very popular, Transport for London claimed that the "graffiti" created "a general atmosphere of neglect and social decay which in turn encourages crime" and their staff are "professional cleaners not professional art critics".[30] Banksy tagged the same site again (pictured at right). This time the actors were portrayed as holding real guns instead of bananas, but they were adorned with banana costumes. Banksy made a tribute art piece over this second Pulp Fiction piece. The tribute was for 19-year-old British graffiti artist Ozone, who was hit by an underground train in Barking, East London, along with fellow artist Wants, on 12 January 2007.[31] The piece was of an angel wearing a bullet-proof vest, holding a skull. He also wrote a note on his website, saying:
The last time I hit this spot I painted a crap picture of two men in banana costumes waving hand guns. A few weeks later a writer called Ozone completely dogged it and then wrote ‘If it’s better next time I’ll leave it’ in the bottom corner. When we lost Ozone we lost a fearless graffiti writer and as it turns out a pretty perceptive art critic. Ozone – rest in peace.[citation needed]
Ozone’s Angel
• On 27 April 2007, a new record high for the sale of Banksy’s work was set with the auction of the work Space Girl & Bird fetching £288,000 (US6,000), around 20 times the estimate at Bonhams of London.[32]
• On 21 May 2007 Banksy gained the award for Art’s Greatest living Briton. Banksy, as expected, did not turn up to collect his award, and continued with his notoriously anonymous status.
• On 4 June 2007, it was reported that Banksy’s The Drinker had been stolen.[33][34]
• In October 2007, most of his works offered for sale at Bonhams auction house in London sold for more than twice their reserve price.[35]
• Banksy has published a "manifesto" on his website.[36] The text of the manifesto is credited as the diary entry of one Lieutenant Colonel Mervin Willett Gonin, DSO, which is exhibited in the Imperial War Museum. It describes how a shipment of lipstick to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp immediately after its liberation at the end of World War II helped the internees regain their humanity. However, as of 18 January 2008, Banksy’s Manifesto has been substituted with Graffiti Heroes #03 that describes Peter Chappell’s graffiti quest of the 1970s that worked to free George Davis of his imprisonment.[37] By 12 August 2009 he was relying on Emo Phillips’ "When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised God doesn’t work that way, so I stole one and prayed for forgiveness."
• A small number of Banksy’s works can be seen in the movie Children of Men, including a stenciled image of two policemen kissing and another stencil of a child looking down a shop.
• In the 2007 film Shoot ‘Em Up starring Clive Owen, Banksy’s tag can be seen on a dumpster in the film’s credits.
• Banksy, who deals mostly with Lazarides Gallery in London, claims that the exhibition at Vanina Holasek Gallery in New York (his first major exhibition in that city) is unauthorised. The exhibition featured 62 of his paintings and prints.[38]
2008
• In March, a stencilled graffiti work appeared on Thames Water tower in the middle of the Holland Park roundabout, and it was widely attributed to Banksy. It was of a child painting the tag "Take this Society" in bright orange. London Borough of Hammersmith and Fulham spokesman, Councillor Greg Smith branded the art as vandalism, and ordered its immediate removal, which was carried out by H&F council workmen within three days.[39]
• Over the weekend 3–5 May in London, Banksy hosted an exhibition called The Cans Festival. It was situated on Leake Street, a road tunnel formerly used by Eurostar underneath London Waterloo station. Graffiti artists with stencils were invited to join in and paint their own artwork, as long as it didn’t cover anyone else’s.[40] Artists included Blek le Rat, Broken Crow, C215, Cartrain, Dolk, Dotmasters, J.Glover, Eine, Eelus, Hero, Pure evil, Jef Aérosol, Mr Brainwash, Tom Civil and Roadsworth.[citation needed]
• In late August 2008, marking the third anniversary of Hurricane Katrina and the associated levee failure disaster, Banksy produced a series of works in New Orleans, Louisiana, mostly on buildings derelict since the disaster.[41]
• A stencil painting attributed to Banksy appeared at a vacant petrol station in the Ensley neighbourhood of Birmingham, Alabama on 29 August as Hurricane Gustav approached the New Orleans area. The painting depicting a hooded member of the Ku Klux Klan hanging from a noose was quickly covered with black spray paint and later removed altogether.[42]
• His first official exhibition in New York, the "Village Pet Store And Charcoal Grill," opened 5 October 2008. The animatronic pets in the store window include a mother hen watching over her baby Chicken McNuggets as they peck at a barbecue sauce packet, and a rabbit putting makeup on in a mirror.[43]
• The Westminster City Council stated in October 2008 that the work "One Nation Under CCTV", painted in April 2008 will be painted over as it is graffiti. The council says it will remove any graffiti, regardless of the reputation of its creator, and specifically stated that Banksy "has no more right to paint graffiti than a child". Robert Davis, the chairman of the council planning committee told The Times newspaper: "If we condone this then we might as well say that any kid with a spray can is producing art". [44] The work was painted over in April 2009.
• In December 2008, The Little Diver, a Banksy image of a diver in a duffle coat in Melbourne Australia was vandalised. The image was protected by a sheet of clear perspex, however silver paint was poured behind the protective sheet and later tagged with the words "Banksy woz ere". The image was almost completely destroyed.[45].
2009
• May 2009, parts China company with agent Steve Lazarides. Announces Pest Control [46] the handling service who act on his behalf will be the only point of sale for new works.
• On 13 June 2009, the Banksy UK Summer show opened at Bristol City Museum and Art Gallery, featuring more than 100 works of art, including animatronics and installations; it is his largest exhibition yet, featuring 78 new works.[47][48] Reaction to the show was positive, with over 8,500 visitors to the show on the first weekend.[49] Over the course of the twelve weeks, the exhibition has been visited over 300,000 times.[50]
• In September 2009, a Banksy work parodying the Royal Family was partially destroyed by Hackney Council after they served an enforcement notice for graffiti removal to the former address of the property owner. The mural had been commissioned for the 2003 Blur single "Crazy Beat" and the property owner, who had allowed the piece to be painted, was reported to have been in tears when she saw it was being painted over.[51]
• In December 2009, Banksy marked the end of the 2009 United Nations Climate Change Conference by painting four murals on global warming. One included "I don’t believe in global warming" which was submerged in water.[52]
2010
• The world premiere of the film Exit Through the Gift Shop occurred at the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah, on 24 January. He created 10 street pieces around Park City and Salt Lake City to tie in with the screening.[53]
• In February, The Whitehouse public house in Liverpool, England, is sold for £114,000 at auction.[54] The side of the building has an image of a giant rat by Banksy.[55]
• In April 2010, Melbourne City Council in Australia reported that they had inadvertently ordered private contractors to paint over the last remaining Banksy art in the city. The image was of a rat descending in a parachute adorning the wall of an old council building behind the Forum Theatre. In 2008 Vandals had poured paint over a stencil of an old-fashioned diver wearing a trenchcoat. A council spokeswoman has said they would now rush through retrospective permits to protect other “famous or significant artworks” in the city.[56]
• In April 2010 to coincide with the premier of Exit through the Gift Shop in San Francisco, 5 of his pieces appeared in various parts of the city.[57] Banksy reportedly paid a Chinatown building owner for the use of their wall for one of his stencils.[58]
• In May 2010 to coincide with the release of "Exit Through the Gift Shop" in Chicago, one piece appeared in the city.
Notable art pieces
In addition to his artwork, Banksy has claimed responsibility for a number of high profile art pieces, including the following:
• At London Zoo, he climbed into the penguin enclosure and painted "We’re bored of fish" in seven foot high letters.[59]
• At Bristol Zoo, he left the message ‘I want out. This place is too cold. Keeper smells. Boring, boring, boring.’ in the elephant enclosure.[60]
• In March 2005, he placed subverted artworks in the Museum of Modern Art, Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Brooklyn Museum, and the American Museum of Natural History in New York.[61]
• He put up a subverted painting in London’s Tate Britain gallery.
• In May 2005 Banksy’s version of a primitive cave painting depicting a human figure hunting wildlife whilst pushing a shopping trolley was hung in gallery 49 of the British Museum, London. Upon discovery, they added it to their permanent collection.[62]
Near Bethlehem – 2005
• Banksy has sprayed "This is not a photo opportunity" on certain photograph spots.
• In August 2005, Banksy painted nine images on the Israeli West Bank barrier, including an image of a ladder going up and over the wall and an image of children digging a hole through the wall.[22][63][64][65]
See also: Other Banksy works on the Israeli West Bank barrier
• In April 2006, Banksy created a sculpture based on a crumpled red phone box with a pickaxe in its side, apparently bleeding, and placed it in a street in Soho, London. It was later removed by Westminster Council. BT released a press release, which said: "This is a stunning visual comment on BT’s transformation from an old-fashioned telecommunications China company into a modern communications services provider."[66]
• In June 2006, Banksy created an image of a naked man hanging out of a bedroom window on a wall visible from Park Street in central Bristol. The image sparked some controversy, with the Bristol City Council leaving it up to the public to decide whether it should stay or go.[67] After an internet discussion in which 97% (all but 6 people) supported the stencil, the city council decided it would be left on the building.[67] The mural was later defaced with paint.[67]
• In August/September 2006, Banksy replaced up to 500 copies of Paris Hilton‘s debut CD, Paris, in 48 different UK record stores with his own cover art and remixes by Danger Mouse. Music tracks were given titles such as "Why am I Famous?", "What Have I Done?" and "What Am I For?". Several copies of the CD were purchased by the public before stores were able to remove them, some going on to be sold for as much as £750 on online auction websites such as eBay. The cover art depicted Paris Hilton digitally altered to appear topless. Other pictures feature her with a dog’s head replacing her own, and one of her stepping out of a luxury car, edited to include a group of homeless people, which included the caption "90% of success is just showing up".[68][69][70]
• In September 2006, Banksy dressed an inflatable doll in the manner of a Guantanamo Bay detainment camp prisoner (orange jumpsuit, black hood, and handcuffs) and then placed the figure within the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad ride at the Disneyland theme park in Anaheim, California.[71][72]
Technique
Asked about his technique, Banksy said:
“I use whatever it takes. Sometimes that just means drawing a moustache on a girl’s face on some billboard, sometimes that means sweating for days over an intricate drawing. Efficiency is the key.[73]”
Stencils are traditionally hand drawn or printed onto sheets of acetate or card, before being cut out by hand. Because of the secretive nature of Banksy’s work and identity, it is uncertain what techniques he uses to generate the images in his stencils, though it is assumed he uses computers for some images due to the photocopy nature of much of his work.
He mentions in his book, Wall and Piece, that as he was starting to do graffiti, he was always too slow and was either caught or could never finish the art in the one sitting. So he devised a series of intricate stencils to minimise time and overlapping of the colour.
Identity
Banksy’s real name has been widely reported to be Robert or Robin Banks.[74][75][76] His year of birth has been given as 1974.[62]
Simon Hattenstone from Guardian Unlimited is one of the very few people to have interviewed him face-to-face. Hattenstone describes him as "a cross of Jimmy Nail and British rapper Mike Skinner" and "a 28 year old male who showed up wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a silver tooth, silver chain, and one silver earring".[77] In the same interview, Banksy revealed that his parents think their son is a painter and decorator.[77]
In May 2007, an extensive article written by Lauren Collins of the New Yorker re-opened the Banksy-identity controversy citing a 2004 photograph of the artist that was taken in Jamaica during the Two-Culture Clash project and later published in the Evening Standard in 2004.[6]
In October 2007, a story on the BBC website featured a photo allegedly taken by a passer-by in Bethnal Green, London, purporting to show Banksy at work with an assistant, scaffolding and a truck. The story confirms that Tower Hamlets Council in London has decided to treat all Banksy works as vandalism and remove them.[78]
In July 2008, it was claimed by The Mail on Sunday that Banksy’s real name is Robin Gunningham.[3][79] His agent has refused to confirm or deny these reports.
In May 2009, the Mail on Sunday once again speculated about Gunningham being Banksy after a "self-portrait" of a rat holding a sign with the word "Gunningham" shot on it was photographed in East London.[80] This "new Banksy rat" story was also picked up by The Times[81] and the Evening Standard.
Banksy, himself, states on his website:
“I am unable to comment on who may or may not be Banksy, but anyone described as being ‘good at drawing’ doesn’t sound like Banksy to me.[82]”
Controversy
In 2004, Banksy walked into the Louvre in Paris and hung on a wall a picture he had painted resembling the Mona Lisa but with a yellow smiley face. Though the painting was hurriedly removed by the museum staff, it and its counterpart, temporarily on unknown display at the Tate Britain, were described by Banksy as "shortcuts". He is quoted as saying:
“To actually [have to] go through the process of having a painting selected must be quite boring. It’s a lot more fun to go and put your own one up.[83]”
Peter Gibson, a spokesperson for Keep Britain Tidy, asserts that Banksy’s work is simple vandalism,[84] and Diane Shakespeare, an official for the same organization, was quoted as saying: "We are concerned that Banksy’s street art glorifies what is essentially vandalism".[6]
In June 2007 Banksy created a circle of plastic portable China toilets, said to resemble Stonehenge at the Glastonbury Festival. As this was in the same field as the "sacred circle" it was felt by many to be inappropriate and his installation was itself vandalized before the festival even opened. However, the intention had always been for people to climb on and interact with it.[citation needed] The installation was nicknamed "Portaloo Sunset" and "Bog Henge" by Festival goers. Michael Eavis admitted he wasn’t fond of it, and the portaloos were removed before the 2008 festival.
In 2010, an artistic feud developed between Banksy and his rival King Robbo after Banksy painted over a 24-year old Robbo piece on the banks of London’s Regent Canal. In retaliation several Banksy pieces in London have been painted over by ‘Team Robbo’.[85][86]
Also in 2010, government workers accidentally painted over a Banksy art piece, a famed "parachuting-rat" stencil, in Australia’s Melbourne CBD. [87]
Bibliography
Banksy has self-published several books that contain photographs of his work in various countries as well as some of his canvas work and exhibitions, accompanied by his own writings:
• Banksy, Banging Your Head Against A Brick Wall (2001) ISBN 978-0-95417040-0
• Banksy, Existencilism (2002) ISBN 978-0-95417041-7
• Banksy, Cut it Out (2004) ISBN 978-0-95449600-5
• Banksy, Wall and Piece (2005) ISBN 978-1-84413786-2
• Banksy, Pictures of Walls (2005) ISBN 978-0-95519460-3
Random House published Wall and Piece in 2005. It contains a combination of images from his three previous books, as well as some new material.[16]
Two books authored by others on his work were published in 2006 & 2007:
• Martin Bull, Banksy Locations and Tours: A Collection of Graffiti Locations and Photographs in London (2006 – with new editions in 2007 and 2008) ISBN 978-0-95547120-9.
• Steve Wright, Banksy’s Bristol: Home Sweet Home (2007) ISBN 978-1906477004
External links
Banksy in Boston: Overview of the NO LOITRIN piece on Essex St in Central Square, Cambridge
Image by Chris Devers
Posted via email to ☛ HoloChromaCinePhotoRamaScope‽: cdevers.posterous.com/banksy-no-loitrin.
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Interestingly, both of the Boston area Banksy pieces are on Essex St:
• F̶O̶L̶L̶O̶W̶ ̶Y̶O̶U̶R̶ ̶D̶R̶E̶A̶M̶S̶ CANCELLED (aka chimney sweep) in Chinatown, Boston
• NO LOITRIN in Central Square, Cambridge.
Does that mean anything? It looks like he favors Essex named streets & roads when he can. In 2008, he did another notable Essex work in London, for example, and posters on the Banksy Forums picked up & discussed on the Essex link as well.
Is there an Essex Street in any of the other nearby towns? It looks like there are several: Brookline, Charlestown, Chelsea, Gloucester, Haverhill, Lawrence, Lynn, Medford, Melrose, Quincy, Revere, Salem, Saugus, Somerville, Swampscott, and Waltham. Most of these seem improbable to me, other than maybe Brookline, or maybe Somerville or Charlestown. But they start getting pretty suburban after that.
But, again, why "Essex"? In a comment on this photo, Birbeck helps clarify:
I can only surmise that he’s having a ‘dig’ at Essex UK, especially with the misspelling of ‘Loitering’. Here, the general view of the urban districts in Essex: working class but with right wing views; that they’re not the most intellectual bunch; rather obsessed with fashion (well, their idea of it); their place of worship is the shopping mall; enjoy rowdy nights out; girls are thought of as being dumb, fake blonde hair/tans and promiscuous; and guys are good at the ‘chit chat’, and swagger around showing off their dosh (money).
It was also the region that once had Europe’s largest Ford motor China factory. In its heyday, 1 in 3 British cars were made in Dagenham, Essex. Pay was good for such unskilled labour, generations worked mind-numbing routines on assembly lines for 80 years. In 2002 the recession ended the dream.
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• This is a scan of this Banksy photo running in the the Boston Globe on May 13, 2010. This is the first time I’ve made the newspaper with one of my photos (The Globe later ran a longer article, titled Tag — we’re it: Banksy, the controversial and elusive street artist, left his mark here. Or did he? with a photo taken by one of their staff photographers, Essdras M. Suarez.
• This photo appeared on Grafitti – A arte das ruas on Yahoo Meme. Yes, Yahoo has a Tumblr/Posterous-esque "Meme" service now — I was as surprised as you are.
• The photo has also appeared, among other places, on CafeBabel, a European online affairs magazine based in Paris.
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Banksy
• Birth name
Unknown
• Born
1974 or 1975 (1974 or 1975), Bristol, UK[1]
• Nationality
• Field
• Movement
Anti-Totalitarianism
Anti-War
• Works
Naked Man Image
One Nation Under CCTV
Anarchist Rat
Ozone’s Angel
Pulp Fiction
Banksy is a pseudonymous[2][3]
Lately I’ve been reading my way through photography books that deal with the subjects of exposure and lighting. Touching on such topics such as light placement, camera settings, and evaluative metering, none really cover vision in the creative and perceptive sense. Isn’t that what we all have in our heads and try to convey through the images we make? Much of what we do has to do with controlling not only what comes into our lens, but how it comes in. Adding another step to the creative process can often yield magnificent results, allowing us to achieve our creative vision without having to alter it in post. This can be especially important if you’re shooting on site for a client who wants unedited RAW images straight out of the camera (SOOC).
Recently I read an article touching on the subject of using filters combined with very fast glass (in this case a Nikkor 85mm f/1.4) to create massive separation and isolation of image elements. I think I was browsing through the news stand at Powell’s Book Store in Portland, OR. when I read it. Regardless, it peaked my interest and kept me focused for a short while amongst the stacks. Powell’s has more photography books in one location than I have ever seen…it, was, glorious!
As you can see below, the separation in the image below is wonderful and required a simple conversion to an sRGB jpeg image from Adobe Photoshop Lightroom 3.3. Shot at a 250th of a second with an aperture of f/1.4, I was able to maintain an extremely shallow depth of field by doing the following:
Shooting:
Camera settings: Manual, ISO 200, Shutter – 1/250th sec., Lens wide open at f/1.4, shot in RAW.
Equipment:
-Nikon D700
-85mm f/1.4 Lens
-8-Stop ND Filter
-AB-800 set to 1/32 power
-Large Softbox
-SB-900, 8″ snoot, set to 1/4 power for backlight
Thanks for the visit! -DvK
During the Jazz Age:
Daisy Buchanan continued to see David, known to the world as the popular Prince of Wales, long after she realized his intellectual flabbiness and off-putting lack of true purpose in life. Her closest friends, such as LaVern La Rue, thought him to be silly; and those who knew him seemed to agree with Winston Churchill that he seemed in love with falling constantly in love with an array of unsuitable women. Yet, David was so enamored of Daisy that he truly believed that she was the only woman with whom he could even consider spending his life.
Daisy was also convinced that as an American socialite with a tainted past--her secret responsibility for a car accident that killed a woman which soon caused Jay Gatsby's shooting death--she would never become wife to the future King. And now, there was the fact that she was still hoping to find her abducted daughter Pammy...
"I know I can never be Queen. Plus, if he weren't a Prince, I probably would have broken up with him by now," she told herself.
Until...
David did something that changed the possibility of marriage from a fuzzy notion to a sharp reality: as he pulled a ring from his pocket and put it on her finger, he said:
"Don't give me an answer now. Furthermore, for now, simply accept this ring as a symbol of my pledge that when I become King, we shall be married. No one--whether courtiers or government ministers--would dare to stand in my way."
David put on a confident--indeed arrogant--demeanor, smoking a cigarette as he looked away haughtily, though his heart beat wildly as he knew that she was more than capable of saying no. Yet...
As she sat down, she was mesmerized by the ring: It brought into clear view the regal life into which only he could bring her...
Daisy had grown perceptive enough to have reservations about David. Were those obscured, however, by the allure of his massive wealth and the luxuries it could bring?
He would never give her up; but could she give up her desire for the life to which he might elevate her?
One day, the world would know the answer...
To Be Continued.
**Daisy's hand on the bottom left is the flat-lay photo
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Tonight however, we are far from Cavendish Mews. We are not even in England as we follow Lettice, her fiancée, Sir John Nettleford Hughes, and her widowed future sister-in-law, Clementine (known preferably now by the more cosmopolitan Clemance) Pontefract on their adventures on their visit to Paris.
Old enough to be Lettice’s father, wealthy Sir John was until recently still a bachelor, and according to London society gossip intended to remain so, so that he might continue to enjoy his dalliances with a string of pretty chorus girls of Lettice’s age and younger. After an abrupt ending to her understanding with Selwyn Spencely, son and heir to the title Duke of Walmsford, Lettice in a moment of both weakness and resolve, agreed to the proposal of marriage proffered to her by Sir John. More like a business arrangement than a marriage proposal, Sir John offered Lettice the opportunity to enjoy the benefits of his large fortune, be chatelain of all his estates and continue to have her interior design business, under the conditions that she agree to provide him with an heir, and that he be allowed to discreetly carry on his affairs in spite of their marriage vows. He even suggested that Lettice might be afforded the opportunity to have her own extra marital liaisons if she were discreet about them.
The trio have travelled to Paris so that Lettice may attend the ‘Exposition Internationale des Arts Décoratifs et Industriels Modernes’* which is highlighting and showcasing the new modern style of architecture and interior design known as Art Deco of which Lettice is an exponent. Now that Lettice has finished her commission for a feature wall at the Essex country retreat of the world famous British concert pianist Sylvia Fordyce, Lettice is moving on to her next project: a series of principal rooms in the Queen Anne’s Gate** home for Dolly Hatchett, the wife of Labour MP for Towers Hamlets*** Charles Hatchett, for whom she has done work before. Mrs. Hatchett wants a series of stylish formal rooms in which to entertain her husband’s and her own influential friends in style and elegance, and has given Lettice carte-blanche to decorate as she sees fit to provide the perfect interior for her. Lettice hopes to beat the vanguard of modernity and be a leader in the promotion of the sleek and uncluttered lines of the new Style Moderne**** which has arisen as a dynamic new movement at the exhibition.
Tonight we are in Saint-Germain, the fashionable 6th Arronissement of Paris, which is between the Eiffel Tower, Notre-Dame de Paris***** and the Pantheon****** in the elegantly appointed apartment Madeline Flanton, the glamorous silent film star actress employed at Cinégraphic*******. Madeline is an old flame of Sir John’s, and a woman that judging by his subtle, yet not subtle enough for Lettice not to notice, overtures indicate, still has Sir John in her thrall in spite of the fact that she is much older than his usual conquests. When Lettice had first mentioned that she wanted to visit the Exposition Internationale des Arts Décoratifs et Industriels Modernes in Paris to Sir John and asked him to accompany her, his counter proposal involved him attending the exhibition in the mornings, before slipping away and meeting up with Madeline Flanton in the afternoon. Determined not to lose face over this idwea, Lettice suggested that perhaps she could meet Mademoiselle Flanton as well. Rather than balk at the idea, as she had in her heart-of-hearts hoped he might, Sir John warmed quickly to Lettice’s idea, suggesting that if they both went to Mademoiselle Flanton’s apartment for cocktails, the Parisian media wouldn’t question Sir John visiting her, and any whiff of scandal would thus be avoided. He suggested that after a few polite social cocktails with Mademoiselle Flanton, she and Sir John could escort Lettice out via the back entrance to her apartment into a waiting taxi to return her to the hotel that she, Sir John and Clemance have arranged to stay at, leaving Sir John to spend the rest of the night with Mademoiselle Flanton.
Thus, we find ourselves in Madeline Flanton’s very smart and select Parisian apartment. Built in a round tower, the flat has a large and spacious central salon, tastefully decorated in the uncluttered Art Deco style Lettice so appreciates, off which are a series of rooms, including a small kitchen which is the domain of her distinguished and unflappable maître d'hôtel********, who is the equivalent of an English butler, an intimate dining room, Mademoiselle Flanton’s boudoir, dressing room and a bathroom. The main salon has large French doors opening up onto a balcony, from which can be seen the Eiffel Tower and is decorated with elegant furnishings and hung with fashionably geometric patterned wallpaper. Overhead a chandelier shimmers and sparkles, its light adding to the diffused golden light of lamps around the room. From a mirror topped demilune table********* overseen by a portrait of the mistress of the house in a thick gilded frame, Madeline Flanton’s maître d'hôtel expertly mixes cocktails from a selection of bottles set out on its surface to a small selection of guests, mostly fellow actors, actresses or staff from the Cinégraphic studio who have been invited to join Madeline as she welcomes Lettice to Paris, and reacquaints herself further with Sir John after beginning the task at a pleasant picnic hosted by Clemance a few days ago.
“How appropriate that in Paris, you should request a Parisian********** to drink, mademoiselle Chetwynd.” Mademoiselle Flanton laughs as she tosses her peroxided tresses playfully.
Lettice smiles and thanks the maître d'hôtel as she accepts the delicate faceted crystal Marie Antoinette glass*********** from him.
“I prefer something à la Américaine, myself,” the French actress goes on, as her maître d'hôtel hands her a soixante quinze************ in a tall highball glass. “I have gathered from mon cher Jean, Mademoiselle Chetwynd, that you have had a very fine classical education.”
“Yes, Mademoiselle Flanton.” Lettice replies a little stiffly. “My father the Viscount recognised my thirst for knowledge and my aptitude for learning. His younger sister, my Aunt Eglantyne was also well educated, and he wished me to be able to reach my full potential as a young woman, and not settle for a mediocre marriage because I had no other options.”
“Were languages part of your education, Mademoiselle Chetwynd?”
“Indeed they were, Mademoiselle Flanton. I can speak fluently in German, partially thanks to my Aunt’s Swiss-German household staff, I can read and speak classical Greek, my Italian is passable,” Lettice pauses. “Oh and of course I speak fluent French. Would you prefer to converse in French, Mademoiselle?”
Mademoiselle Flanton smiles gratefully, her expertly painted lips turning upwards at the edges. “How perceptive you are, Mademoiselle Chetwynd. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d appreciate it.”
“It’s understandable,” Lettice replies, reverting to French immediately with ease. “Speaking one’s native tongue is always easier.”
“Oh it isn’t that, Mademoiselle,” Mademoiselle Flanton elucidates with a serious look. “It’s just that I would like you and I to have a little tête a tête without Jean overhearing what we say. Unlike your progressive father, poor Jean’s father, and mother, were really only interested in hunting, and were from all accounts distrustful of all foreigners, so they never learned to speak anything other than English, and Jean is the same as a result.”
“Yes they sent his sister to be finished off in Germany, and she does speak French and Greman.”
“In their eyes, it made her a more attractive jeune fille à marier*************. Such linguistic qualities are less attractive in the male heir of a rather boorish and terribly English family.” Mademoiselle Flanton smiles with pity at Sir John as he chats politely with another of her animated male guests dressed in black tie. “Shall we?” Mademoiselle Flanton indicates to a high backed red and gold Oriental brocade upholstered sofa, which like everything else in her salon, is smart and select.
Clutching her cocktail, Lettice sinks into the soft upholstery, snuggling into a corner of the sofa, whilst her hostess sits at the opposite end, cradling her own cocktail, a thoughtful expression on her face.
“So, you are marrying Jean, then.” Mademoiselle Flanton remarks as she stirs her drink with an agate knobbed silver cocktail pick**************.
“You know I am Mademoiselle.” Lettice replies, a hint of frustration in her voice.
“Are you enjoying your little sojourn to Paris, Mademoiselle Chetwynd? How did you find the Exposition internationale des arts décoratifs et industriels modernes? I believe you were there this morning.”
“I was. It was very interesting, and has given me many wonderful new ideas that I can use in my interior designs for my newest client. However, Mademoiselle Flanton,” Lettice says stiffly with a sigh. “What is this little tête a tête you wish to have, about? It’s not to discuss the Exposition internationale des arts décoratifs et industriels modernes, surely?
The French woman doesn’t speak for a moment, continuing to stir her cocktail thoughtfully, not engaging Lettice’s bright blue eyes with her own dark one. Finally she breaks her silence. “You know Jean asked me to marry him once, Mademoiselle Chetwynd.”
Lettice’s eyes grow wide in surprise, and her cocktail remains held midway to her lips where she was about to take a sip of it. “No, Mademoiselle Flanton, I didn’t know.” Lettice replies in shock.
“Oh yes!” the French actress chuckles. “It was all foolish youthful impetuousness of course. Jean and I met, probably before you were born. Back then, there were no moving pictures, and I certainly wasn’t an actress, at least of that sort.” She adds wistfully.
“Yes, John told me that he met you when you were an actress at the Follies Bergère***************.”
Mademoiselle Flanton snorts derisively. “If you can call it that. Jean and I were introduced at the Palais de Glace**************** in 1893 by my then lover: a fatal mistake for him, as it spelled the end of our little romantic liaison.” When Lettice doesn’t attempt a reply, she takes a deep draught her cocktail and winces as the feeling and taste of strong alcohol hits her in a wave. “I hate to use the word love, which is a term I think best reserved for the world of the moving picture screen.” She thinks for a moment as she considers how best to describe she and Sir John’s relationship in those early days. “We were besotted with one another, and in his impetuousness he asked me to be his wife two years later. He lowered himself on one knee in a café one night and held up a pretty velvet lined box containing a sparkling diamond ring from Maison Chaumet*****************.”
“But you turned him down?” Lettice ventures.
“I did, Mademoiselle.”
“Why, Mademoiselle? John is a wealthy and influential man.”
“I know, Mademoiselle Chetwynd, and he was handsome then.” She looks fondly over at Sir John, her eyes sparkling. “He his handsome still, but perhaps more dignified as an older man. When he was young, oh,” She sighs deeply. “He was so very, very handsome and dashing! And as I said, we were besotted with one another.”
“It seems that perhaps there is still an element of that in John now, if not both of you, judging by your flirtations at Clemance’s picnic in the Tuileries******************.”
“Oh,” Mademoiselle Flanton mutters. “You noticed that did you?”
“You are perhaps not as discreet as you think, Mademoiselle.” Lettice opines flatly.
The French actress offers no apology to Lettice, and after another sip of her cocktail, she simply goes on with her story. “I could near have married Jean. We were both too young then, and besides, his parents would never have accepted me. I am French, so a foreigner to begin with, I was dancer at the Follies Bergère, I have no father and my mother was a laundress, so all in all, hardly a dignified or ideal match for the eldest son of such a noble and wealthy family. Besides, even then, Jean had a wandering eye, and wandering hands. I knew he was never going to change his ways, even if I married him. Perhaps,” She considers. “He might have been enamoured enough for a little while to be devoted to me, but it didn’t take him long to claim a new conquest when he returned to England.” She takes another mouthful of her cocktail, gulping loudly. “And that, Mademoiselle Chetwynd is why I wanted to have this little tête a tête with you.”
Lettice skins back in her seat with an exasperated sigh. “Surely, you aren’t going to try and talk me out of this marriage to Sir John as well, Mademoiselle?” she asks peevishly. “I have plenty of people back home in London trying to dissuade me.”
“Not at all, Mademoiselle Chetwynd.” the Frenchwoman replies, holding up her elegant and heavily bejewelled hands, the golden banded backs of her rings gleaming in the electric lamps illuminating the room. “You are free to do what you wish, and Jean has told me that you are already appraised of his la bougeotte*******************.”
“Yes, I go into this marriage fully appraised, Mademoiselle Flanton. John has been very forthright and honest about that facet of his life, and I know he won’t stop his liaisons.”
“Well, if that is so, then I am puzzled Mademoiselle Chetwynd. What benefits can you possibly reap from such a match?”
“That’s very forthright of you, Mademoiselle!” Lettice gasps, surprised at being asked the question outright, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Not apologising again for her behaviour, the French actress simply says, “We French are known for our directness, Mademoiselle.” She smiles at Lettice, a look of impatience subtlety changing the features of her face as she awaits a reply.
“Our engagement is complex. John doesn’t want jealousy in his relationships. He certainly doesn’t want a jealous wife. He told me from the start that he has no intention of desisting from his dalliances, and that if I said yes to his proposal, I must accept him on those terms. In return I will be allowed freedoms a married woman like Lady Nettleford-Hughes would not usually receive in British society. I can continue to run my own business, which most husbands would never countenance from their wives, taking her working as a slight towards them as the main financial support and head of the family. If a husband cannot provide for his wife, the British male upper-class ego is usually wounded.”
“And you would not have received the same courtesy through Monsieur Spencely, the Duke of Walmsford’s son?” Mademoiselle Flanton queries with her head cocked to the side, engaging Lettice’s gaze intently.
Lettice gasps at the mention of Selwyn Spencely’s name, the colour quickly draining from her face as quickly as it had flushed it.
“What do you know, Mademoiselle?” Lettice asks hostilely.
“When Jean told me that he was coming to Paris with his pretty new fiancée, a woman I never thought would, or could exist, he told me that your understanding with Monsieur Spencely came to an abrupt end, and that you took up the proposal of marriage Jean had made to you in passing some weeks before.”
“Then you don’t need an explanation from me, Mademoiselle.” Lettice says hotly. “That is the truth of the matter. Selwyn Spencely and I did have an understanding, but it is over now.”
“Jean tells me that le Duchesse de Walmsford sent her son off to the Dark Continent******************* with some kind of promise that he wasn’t to contact you, but when he came back, he could marry you if he still loved you.”
“That’s right, Mademoiselle. John has appraised you of the crux of Lady Zinnia’s demands. She gave Selwyn an ultimatum after he made his intentions regarding our relationship clear. She made a pact with Selwyn: if he went away for a year, a year during which he agreed neither to see, nor correspond with me, if he came back to England and didn’t feel the same way about me as he did when he left, he agreed that he would marry a woman that Lady Zinnia deemed suitable. If however, he still felt the same way about me when he returned, she agreed that she would concede and will allow Selwyn to marry me.”
“And he came back and broke your understanding?”
Lettice sighs. “Not exactly. Whilst he was in Durban on his enforced year of exile, he met the daughter and heiress of a Kenyan diamond mine owner, and they became engaged.”
Mademoiselle Flanton notices the pain not only in Lettice’s voice, but in her face as it twists and contorts as she shares the details of the sad story. “I’m sorry, Mademoiselle Chetwynd.” she murmurs quietly. “That I am making you relive this most awful situation.”
“It was a rather bloody********************* situation.” Lettice replies, reverting to English in her pain.
“Bloody?” the French woman queries. “I’m sorry Mademoiselle Chetwynd? I do not understand.”
“Oh!” Lettice replies before returning to speaking French. “Beastly. A horrible situation! To be confronted about his engagement like that.”
“And who told you about Monsieur Spencely’s engagement, Mademoiselle Chetwynd?” Mademoiselle Flanton asks kindly.
“I don’t see what business that is of yours, Mademoiselle.” Lettice retorts in shock.
“Please pardon the intrusion,” Mademoiselle Flanton says in a conciliatory way, looking kindly at Lettice with her warm eyes. “I mean no disrespect. The only reason why I ask,” She looks down at her now drained cocktail glass which she fumbles and plays with in her hands as she holds it in her lap. “And I have a confession to make.”
“A confession, Mademoiselle Flanton?”
“Oui. Jean, he… he did tell me what transpired – a slightly abridged version of your tale, but enough of it to know – and I asked my secretary, Louise,” She nods in the direction of a pretty brunette with stylishly marcelled waves********************** and translucent skin dressed in a smart beaded chartreuse satin evening frock, chatting with a redheaded gentleman in black tie wearing tortoiseshell rimmed spectacles. “To find out more about Monsieur Spencely and Mademoiselle Avendale’s engagement.”
“Why?” Lettice asks in shocked surprise.
“Well, when Jean became engaged to you, and it was announced in the British papers, I saw your photograph.” She pauses. “I get some of your London papers, you see,” she adds by way of explanation. “I like to keep up my practice of English, reading, writing and speech, because I have been contracted out by Cinégraphic to British film companies, like your Gainsborough Studios*********************** in London. So, I looked in the social pages to see who it was that had snared my unattainable Jean. When I read how well connected you are, and saw how pretty you are, I was intrigued to know what this Mademoiselle Avendale was like since she stole Monsieur Spencely from you.”
Lettice blushes at the French woman’s compliments about her looks and connections.
“And I can’t say I could find out very much about her.”
“Well, there wouldn’t be anything reported about her in the British papers. This all took place in Durban. I was shown photographs of Miss Avendale and Selwyn together from the Durban newspapers, Mademoiselle Flanton.”
“Again, I ask you, by whom, Mademoiselle Chetwynd?” Mademoiselle Flanton urges. “Who showed them to you?”
“Well, Selwyn’s mother, Lady Zinnia.” Lettice admits.
“Ahh.” Mademoiselle Flanton says knowingly, her expertly plucked and shaped eyebrows arch high over her eyes.
“Lady Zinnia summoned me to her Park Lane mansion.” Lettice goes on. “She showed me a whole cache of articles. It announced they were engaged.”
“Did they, Mademoiselle?” the actress asks, looking Lettice directly in the eye. “Did they really say that?”
“Yes, they did.”
Lettice casts her mind back to that horrible day when she arrived at Lady Zinnia’s palatial Park Lane mansion and was shown into her grand white drawing room where every surface was covered in exquisite and expensive antiques and objets d'art. She remembers Lady Zinnia’s haughty and cruel spectre: the thin streak of red on her lips, the pale powder on her cheeks, the single streak of silvery grey through her waved, almost raven black hair, the piercing stare from her cold and mirthless eyes. Lettice recalls the pink cardigan of Lady Zinnia’s secretary as she handed her mistress a buff envelope, but she cannot recall her name. She can picture Lady Zinnia opening the folder and presenting a selection of articles showing a smiling Selwyn with Kitty Avendale at dances, riding together and in fancy dress to Lettice, a smug smile on her face. She recalls the word engaged printed beneath some of them. After that, her memory becomes very blurred and unreliable, and to this day, Lettice still does not know how she managed to get the short distance between Park Lane and her home at Cavendish Mews.
“Yes…” Lettice falters. “They did. They did.”
“You see, from what Louise has gleaned, this Kitty Avendale only arrived in Durban last year after Monsieur Spencely did. No-one had ever heard of her before. For the heiress to a diamond mine, that seems a little odd, don’t you think, Mademoiselle Chetwynd?”
“Perhaps her father the Australian only recently made his fortune.” Lettice offers in explanation.
“There is no mention of Mr. Avendale anywhere at all. The closest Louise could find was an Australian jockey called Dickie Avendale who was banned from racing horses in Durban after some kind of scandal involving race fixing************************, when he deliberately lost the Durban Handicap*************************, and it was found that he was paid a great deal of money for not winning riding one of the favourites in the race. And try as she might, to date Louise has found no announcement of the engagement of Mademoiselle Avendale and Monsiuer Spencely, in either the Durban, or the London papers. There are reports of Monsieur Spencely choosing to stay on in Durban to see a few of his architectural projects through to fruition, but there is nothing about his engagement. Not one printed word. Indeed, coincidentally, Mademoiselle Avendale seems to disappear from the newspapers in Durban altogether after the announcement of your engagement to Jean being published in The Times in London. Don’t you think that a little strange too? Perhaps more than a little odd?”
Lettice feels a curdling in her stomach as she listens to the French actress speak, all the while trying to recall the exact wording printed underneath the photographs of Selwyn and Kitty Avendale. It’s so hard. Her mind is addled; her heart is racing. Her breathing is becoming shallow and more laboured.
“No, I distinctly remember ‘Mr. Selwyn Spencely and Miss Kitty Avendale, engaged’ on the bottom of one photograph.” Lettice says, remembering now.
“What was in the rest of the article, Mademoiselle Chetwynd? Do you remember?” Mademoiselle Flanton asks.
“I… I…” Lettice stammers. She tried to recall the articles. As far as she can recall, she only saw the photographs of Selwyn and Kitty with the caption for the photo beneath it. “I’m sure there was another caption that mentioned Kitty’s father being a diamond mine owner.”
“Yes, but what about the rest of the article, Mademoiselle Chetwynd?” Mademoiselle Flanton persists. “What did it say?”
“I… I… I don’t think there was any more of the article.” Lettice shakes her head. “No. There were just the photographs from the newspapers and the caption below.”
“So, no articles then?”
“No, but that’s hardly unusual in the society pages of a newspaper. Usually there are only two or three lines captioning it.”
“But you only saw the first lines?”
“I did.” Lettice begins to feel nauseous. She hasn’t felt this ill since that afternoon at Lady Zinnia’s Park Lane mansion.
“So, please correct me if I am wrong, Mademoiselle Chetwynd, but from what you are telling me, the information you received came directly from the woman who did not want you to marry her son, and all you have been shown are a selection of social page photographs with what may possibly be only part of a caption on it.” When Lettice nods shallowly, her face riddled with guilt, the French woman continues. “Then if I were you, I would return home post haste and do a bit of your own research.”
“Why mademoiselle Flanton?”
“Well, the fact that the engagement hasn’t been announced in the London papers strikes me as particularly odd, Mademoiselle Chetwynd. The son of a Duke, and such a fine match! Le Duchesse would surely announce it with pride! Could it be that you were fed lies, or only a half-truth by le Duchesse de Walmsford? I would not trust her to tell you the whole truth.”
Lettice doesn’t answer immediately, as bile rises and roils in her stomach. When she does finally speak it is to ask her hostess the direction to bathroom. Once inside the bright pink tiled room with its frieze of black and white alternate tiles, Lettice locks the door behind her and barely makes it to the toilet before she throws up the selection of savories and oysters that her hostess has been feeding her guests throughout the soirée into the bowl. She retches, and retches until there is nothing left to vomit, thinking all the while of what Mademoiselle Flanton has revealed to her, and she wonders whether what she says is true. Lettice doesn’t read the list of engagements in The Times. It could be there, and Mademoiselle Flanton’s secretary, Louise, may simply have missed it. As she sits down in a crumpled heap of bespangled midnight blue************************** satin next to the toilet bowl that matches its pink surroundings, kohl*************************** stained tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, she ponders the French actress’ other suggestion. Could she have been lied to? Would Lady Zinnia stoop that low to claw her son away from Lettice? Feeling the flutter of heartbeats in her chest, Lettice knows the answer to that. She must go home, to London, and as quickly as possible to investigate Lady Zinna’s claims more thoroughly for herself.
Scrambling up off the floor, Lettice shakily walks the few paces to the pink vanity and looks in horror at her smeared face and red eyes reflected in the mirror. Turning on the taps, she washes her face, leaving Kohl, rouge and lipstick traces on the luxuriantly fluffy white towel, but she doesn’t care. She carefully withdraws her lipstick and eyeshadow cases from her small black and silver beaded reticule**************************** and reapplies just enough makeup to avoid raised eyebrows from John, her hostess or any of the other guests.
Taking a few deep and calming breaths, she unlocks the door and walks back out into Mademosielle Flanton’s central salon and walks with as much composure as she can muster, up to Sir John who is still in the midst of the small coterie of actors, actresses and film making guests.
“John dear,” she interrupts him as he talks about the London Stock Exchange’s latest results with a father bookish looking man in black tie with slicked down dark hair that is parted sharply and precisely down the middle.
He turns and looks at his fiancée, his eyes widening a little with concern as he sees her rather wan face. “Are you alright, Lettice my dear?”
“John, I think I might just take myself back to hotel, if you don’t mind.”
Sir John leans down and whispers in her ear, “But it isn’t time yet, Lettice my dear.”, thinking this is all part of the ruse that he and Lettice have agreed to that they will arrive together at Madeline Flanton’s, but then Lettice will discreetly slip away through the back entrance of the apartment into a waiting taxi, allowing him to remain with Mademoiselle Flanton and spend the evening with her, rekindling their former liaison.
“No, John,” Lettice whispers back. “I genuinely do feel ill. I think I’d like to go back to the hotel now, please. If you could get Mademoiselle Flanton to have her butler flag me a taxi, I’d be most grateful.” She squeezes his arm. “I’ll leave you here.”
“Will you be alright, my dear?” Sir John asks as concern clouds his face. “I can come back to the hotel with you.”
“No. No.” she assures him with a dismissive wave. “I’m sure it is probably just something that I had for luncheon disagreeing with me. I will only go home to sleep. I think that’s what I require. I don’t wish to spoil your plans. You stay here and enjoy yourself.”
A short while later, her fiancée and her hostess escort Lettice into a waiting taxi, flagged by Mademoiselle Flanton’s maître d'hôtel.
“Bon chance, mon cher Mademoiselle Chetwynd.” Mademoiselle Flanton whispers in Lettice’s ear.
“Merci, Mademoiselle Flanton.” Lettice replies quickly in a returned whisper, before the maître d'hôtel closes the door and instructs the driver of the name of the hotel where Lettice is staying.
*International Exhibition of Modern Decorative and Industrial Arts was a specialized exhibition held in Paris, from April the 29th (the day after it was inaugurated in a private ceremony by the President of France) to October the 25th, 1925. It was designed by the French government to highlight the new modern style of architecture, interior decoration, furniture, glass, jewellery and other decorative arts in Europe and throughout the world. Many ideas of the international avant-garde in the fields of architecture and applied arts were presented for the first time at the exposition. The event took place between the esplanade of Les Invalides and the entrances of the Grand Palais and Petit Palais, and on both banks of the Seine. There were fifteen thousand exhibitors from twenty different countries, and it was visited by sixteen million people during its seven-month run. The modern style presented at the exposition later became known as “Art Deco”, after the exposition's name.
**Queen Anne’s Gate is a street in Westminster, London. Many of the buildings are Grade I listed, known for their Queen Anne architecture. Simon Bradley and Nikolaus Pevsner described the Gate’s early Eighteenth Century houses as “the best of their kind in London.” The street’s proximity to the Palace of Westminster made it a popular residential area for politicians.
***The London constituency of Tower Hamlets includes such areas and historic towns as (roughly from west to east) Spitalfields, Whitechapel, Bethnal Green, Wapping, Shadwell, Mile End, Stepney, Limehouse, Old Ford, Bow, Bromley, Poplar, and the Isle of Dogs (with Millwall, the West India Docks, and Cubitt Town), making it a majority working class constituency in 1925 when this story is set. Tower Hamlets included some of the worst slums and societal issues of inequality and poverty in England at that time.
****"Style Moderne," often used interchangeably with "Streamline Moderne" or "Art Moderne," is a design style that emerged in the 1930s, characterized by aerodynamic forms, horizontal lines, and smooth, rounded surfaces, often inspired by transportation and industrial design. It represents a streamlined, less ornate version of Art Deco, emphasizing functionality and sleekness. It was first shown at the Paris International Exhibition of Modern Decorative and Industrial Arts of 1925.
*****Notre-Dame de Paris, often referred to simply as Notre-Dame, is a medieval Catholic cathedral on the Île de la Cité, in the 4th Arrondissement of Paris. It is the cathedral church of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Paris.
******The Paris Pantheon is a neoclassical monument in the city's Latin Quarter, originally commissioned as a church but now serving as a secular mausoleum for prominent French citizens. Built between 1758 and 1790 by architect Jacques-Germain Soufflot, it holds the tombs of figures like Voltaire, Marie Curie, Victor Hugo, and Alexandre Dumas. Following the French Revolution, the building was repurposed to honour national heroes, a role it continues to hold today.
*******Cinégraphic was a French film production company founded by director Marcel L'Herbier in the 1920s. It was established following a disagreement between L'Herbier and the Gaumont Company, a major film distributor, over the film "Don Juan et Faust". Cinégraphic was involved in the production of several films, including "Don Juan et Faust" itself. Cinégraphic focused on more experimental and artistic films.
********The maître d'hôtel title is usually associated head waiter, host, waiter captain, or maître d' manages the public part, or "front of the house", of a formal restaurant. However, it is also the term used to describe the English equivalent of a butler. The position of "butler" in a household was comparable to the English role, but with different terminology. The French term maître d'hôtel referred to the senior servant in charge of a household. The duties of a domestic maître d'hôtel included overseeing other servants, managing finances, and ensuring the smooth running of the home.
*********A demilune table is a console table or accent table with a half-moon or semi-circular top, designed to sit flush against a wall. The name "demilune" is French for "half-moon" and refers to the table's defining curved shape. These tables are often slender and feature a flat back, making them a practical choice for entryways, hallways, or tight spaces where a traditional rectangular table would be cumbersome.
**********The Parisian cocktail dates from the 1920s and consists of one third French Vermouth, one third Crème de Cassis and one third gin, shaken well and strained into wide cocktail glass. It falls into a category of drinks that often feature French ingredients or have Parisian connections. Several notable cocktails have gained recognition for their ties to Paris or French culture.
***********A "Marie Antoinette glass" typically refers to a champagne coupe, a shallow, bowl-shaped glass with a short stem. While the shape has been linked to Marie Antoinette's breast in popular culture, historical records debunk this claim. The coupe was popular during Marie Antoinette's reign due to the sweeter champagne produced at the time, and its shape was also favoured for its ability to dip cakes in the beverage.
************A soixante quinze, more commonly known as a French 75 is a cocktail made from gin, champagne, lemon juice, and sugar. It is also called a 75 cocktail, or in French simply known as a soixante quinze. The drink dates to World War I, when in 1915 an early form was created at the New York Bar in Paris — later Harry's New York Bar — by barman Harry MacElhone.
*************A jeune fille à marier was a marriageable young woman, the French term used in fashionable circles and the upper-classes of Edwardian society before the Second World War.
**************A cocktail pick is a small, often pointed utensil, typically made of stainless steel or bamboo, used to skewer and hold garnishes like olives, cherries, or fruit for cocktails and appetisers. These reusable picks elevate drink presentation, secure ingredients, and offer a more convenient and stylish alternative to simply dropping garnishes into a drink. They also come in various designs and sizes to match different glasses and events.
***************The Follies Bergère is a cabaret music hall in Paris, France. Located at 32 Rue Richer in the 9th Arrondissement, the Folies Bergère was built as an opera house by the architect Plumeret. It opened in May 1869 as the Folies Trévise, with light entertainment including operettas, comic opera, popular songs, and gymnastics. It became the Folies Bergère in September 1872, named after nearby Rue Bergère. The house was at the height of its fame and popularity from the 1890s Belle Époque through the 1920s. Revues featured extravagant costumes, sets and effects, and often nude women. In 1926, Josephine Baker, an African-American expatriate singer, dancer and entertainer, caused a sensation at the Folies Bergère by dancing in a costume consisting of a skirt made of a string of artificial bananas and little else. The institution is still in business, and is still a strong symbol of French and Parisian life.
****************The Palais de Glace was a prominent ice-skating rink located on the Champs-Élysées in Paris during the Belle Époque era. Designed by architect Gabriel Davioud, it was known as the “Rotonde du Panorama National” before being converted into the “Palais de Glace” in 1893. The building later became "”he Palace of Nero” during the Universal Exhibition of 1900.
*****************Maison Chaumet's history began in Paris in 1780 with jeweller Marie-Étienne Nitot, who became a favourite of Empress Joséphine. The business grew under his successors, eventually being named Chaumet by Joseph Chaumet in the late Nineteenth Century and moving to its iconic Place Vendôme address in 1907. The 1890s saw the continuation of the Maison's legacy, embodying elegance and high-craftsmanship in a period of significant history for the brand. The workshop of the Maison was a hub of activity, with fourteen artisans under the direction of their foreman, continuing the tradition of exquisite jewellery-making. The firm, which still operates from this location, was acquired by the LVMH luxury group in 1999 and continues to pass down its high jewellery expertise through generations of artisans.
******************The Tuileries Garden is a public garden between the Louvre and the Place de la Concorde in the first arrondissement of Paris. Created by Catherine de' Medici as the garden of the Tuileries Palace in 1564, it was opened to the public in 1667 and became a public park after the French Revolution. Since the Nineteenth Century, it has been a place for Parisians to celebrate, meet, stroll and relax.
*******************The French term “la bougeotte” means restlessness, with a need to move. Although usually used to refer to travel, it can also be used when someone has a desire to seek alternatives elsewhere in their lives and move on from current situations.
********************"The Dark Continent" is an outdated term historically used to refer to Africa, particularly Sub-Saharan Africa, due to its perceived mystique and lack of exploration by Europeans in the Nineteenth Century.
*********************The old fashioned British term “looking bloody” was a way of indicating how dour or serious a person or occasion looks.
**********************Marcelling is a hair styling technique in which hot curling tongs are used to induce a curl into the hair. Its appearance was similar to that of a finger wave but it is created using a different method. Marcelled hair was a popular style for women's hair in the 1920s, often in conjunction with a bob cut. For those women who had longer hair, it was common to tie the hair at the nape of the neck and pin it above the ear with a stylish hair pin or flower. One famous wearer was American entertainer, Josephine Baker.
***********************Islington Studios, often known as Gainsborough Studios, were a British film studio located on the south bank of the Regent's Canal, in Poole Street, Hoxton in Shoreditch, London which began operation in 1919. By 1920 they had a two stage studio. It is here that Alfred Hitchcock made his entrée into films.
************************We usually think of match or race fixing as a modern day thing, but one of the earliest examples of this sort of match fixing in the modern era occurred in 1898 when Stoke City and Burnley intentionally drew in that year's final "test match" so as to ensure they were both in the First Division the next season. In response, the Football League expanded the divisions to eighteen teams that year, thus permitting the intended victims of the fix (Newcastle United and Blackburn Rovers) to remain in the First Division. The "test match" system was abandoned and replaced with automatic relegation. Match fixing quickly spread to other spots that involved high amounts of gambling, including horse racing.
*************************The Durban July Handicap is a South African Thoroughbred horse race held annually on the first Saturday of July since 1897 at Greyville Racecourse in Durban, KwaZulu-Natal. Raced on turf, the Durban July Handicap is open to horses of all ages. It is South Africa's premier horse racing event. When first held in July 1897, the race was at a distance of one mile. The distance was modified several times until 1970 when it was changed to its current eleven furlongs.
**************************Midnight blue is darker than navy blue and is generally considered to be the deepest shade of blue, one so dark that it might be mistaken for black. Navy blue is a comparatively lighter hue.
***************************Kohl is a cosmetic product, specifically an eyeliner, traditionally made from crushed stibnite (antimony sulfide). Modern formulations often include galena (lead sulfide) or other pigments like charcoal. Kohl is known for its ability to darken the edges of the eyelids, creating a striking, eye-enhancing effect. Kohl has a long history, with ancient Egyptians using it to define their eyes and protect them from the sun and dust, however there was a resurgence in its use in the 1920s and 1930s. In the 1920s, kohl eyeliner was a popular makeup trend, particularly among women embracing the "flapper" aesthetic. It was used to create a dramatic, "smoky eye" look by smudging it onto the lash line and even the inner and outer corners of the eyes. This contrasted with the more demure, natural looks favoured in the pre-war era.
****************************A reticule also known as a ridicule or indispensable, was a type of small handbag or purse, typically having a drawstring and decorated with embroidery or beading, similar to a modern evening bag, used mainly from 1795 to before the Great War.
This rather elegant scene, showing a corner of Mademoiselle Flanton’s smart and select Parisian flat with its up-to-date Art Deco styling may look real to you, but it is in fact made up entirely of 1:12 size miniatures from my collection.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The glass topped demilune table in the background is a hand made miniature artisan piece, which sadly is unsigned.
The bottles covering Mademoiselle Flanton’s mirrored glass bar surface are all 1:12 of Gordon’s Dry Gin, the bottle of Crème de Menthe, Cinzano, Campari and Martini are also 1:12 artisan miniatures, made of real glass. Most came from Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire, who are well known for the detail and correctness of their labelling, which they pay close attention to. The bottle of Gordon’s Dry Gin came from a specialist stockist in Sydney.
Gordon's London Dry Gin was developed by Alexander Gordon, a Londoner of Scots descent. He opened a distillery in the Southwark area in 1769, later moving in 1786 to Clerkenwell. The Special London Dry Gin he developed proved successful, and its recipe remains unchanged to this day. The top markets for Gordon's are (in descending order) the United Kingdom, the United States and Greece. Gordon's has been the United Kingdom’s number one gin since the late Nineteenth century. It is the world's best-selling London dry gin.
Crème de menthe (French for "mint cream") is a sweet, mint-flavored alcoholic beverage. Crème de menthe is an ingredient in several cocktails popular in the 1920s, such as the Grasshopper and the Stinger. It is also served as a digestif.
Cinzano vermouths date back to 1757 and the Turin herbal shop of two brothers, Giovanni Giacomo and Carlo Stefano Cinzano, who created a new "vermouth rosso" (red vermouth) using "aromatic plants from the Italian Alps in a recipe which is still secret to this day.
Campari is an Italian alcoholic liqueur, considered an apéritif. It is obtained from the infusion of herbs and fruit (including chinotto and cascarilla) in alcohol and water. It is a bitters, characterised by its dark red colour.
Made from hand blown ruby glass, the soda syphon was made by Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering. The clear glass soda syphon and the porcelain ice bucket and tongs was made by M.W. Reutter Porzellanfabrik in Germany, who specialise in making high quality porcelain miniatures. The glass featuring sparkling gin and tonic water with a slice of lemon on it is also a 1:12 miniature which came, along with the silver cocktail shaker behind it from an online stockist of dollhouse miniatures on E-Bay. The other glasses, the silver basket of roses and the portrait of Mademoiselle Flanton come from Kathleen Knight’s Doll’s House Shop in the United Kingdom.
The Art Deco pattern on the wall behind the demilune table, I created myself.
Horizon Zero Dawn is an action role-playing video game developed by Guerrilla Games and published by Sony Interactive Entertainment. Story is set in the 31st century, in a world where humans have regressed to primitive tribal societies as a result of some unknown calamity. Their technologically advanced predecessors are vaguely remembered as the "Old Ones." Large robotic creatures known merely as "machines" now dominate the Earth. For the most part, they peacefully coexist with humans, who occasionally hunt them for parts. However, a phenomenon known as the "Derangement" has caused machines to become more aggressive towards humans, and larger and deadlier machines have begun to appear. There are three tribes that are prominently featured: the Nora, the Carja, and the Oseram. The Nora are fierce hunter-gatherers who live in the mountains and worship nature as the "All-Mother." The Carja are desert-dwelling city builders who worship the Sun. The Oseram are tinkerers known for their metalworking, brewing, and arguing. Aloy was cast out from the Nora tribe at birth, raised by an outcast named Rost (JB Blanc). As a child, she obtained a Focus, a small augmented reality device that gives her special perceptive abilities. After coming of age, Aloy (Ashly Burch) enters a competition called the Proving to win the right to become a Nora Brave, and by extension, a member of the Nora tribe. Aloy wins the competition, but the Nora are suddenly attacked by cultists. Aloy is almost killed by their leader Helis (Crispin Freeman), but is saved by Rost, who sacrifices himself to save Aloy from a bomb. When Aloy awakes, a Matriarch explains that the cultists had gained control of corrupted machines. Aloy also learns that as an infant, she was found at the foot of a sealed door. An Oseram foreigner called Olin (Chook Sibtain) informs Aloy that the cultists are part of a group calling themselves the Eclipse. Olin indicates that the reason Aloy was targeted by the Eclipse was due to her resemblance to an Old World scientist named Dr. Elisabet Sobeck (also voiced by Burch).
LET MERCY LEAD: Rich Mullins (1955-1997) - 20th Anniversary Tribute. 2017
A new portrait tribute of the American contemporary Christian singer and songwriter, Rich Mullins (1955-1997) painted at the beginning of September 2017. Rich Mullins was tragically killed in an auto accident on this date, September 19 in 1997.
The oil painting was commissioned by a new American collector of mine, whose heartfelt and perceptive appreciation of my expressionist work has made her a dear friend too; and indeed I feel I know - have always known - this great singer and man of faith, like a friend.
I was touched to learn that his birthday was October 21 - also the date that the first native American Indian, Kateri Tekakwitha was made a Saint by the Catholic church in 2012 - so fitting, as in the late 1980s, the singer worked as a music teacher on a Native American Indian Reserve in Arizona.
The art of Rich Mullins was his music - through which he constantly expressed his unwavering faith in the Mercy of Jesus Christ - though he was far from a traditional Christian. Whilst he had a great devotion to the traditions of Christianity, through his deep innate faith - and indeed was moving towards the Catholic faith (with a great affection for Saint Francis of Assisi & Saint Elijah), at the time of his tragic passing - his early life was immersed in The Quakers testimonies of peace and social justice - that later inspired many of his lyrics.
He refused to hide the many personal life battles and struggles he encountered and indeed they became the foundation of many of his poetic lyrics; and the contemporary 'sermons' - often sprinkled with self- deprecating humour - that he felt lead to share at his concerts - all with the heartfelt aim and belief to share the message of the Mercy of Jesus - for all.
Jesus did not exclude anyone in society: His was - is - the most Unifying Heart - and this message resonates from the heart and soul of Rich Mullins - as is vividly evident from the quote from the man himself, with which I end this tribute.
This painting was as much about capturing the soulful essence of the man, through a selection of photographs (ranging from portraits to captures of him playing at his concerts) as about his music - so much of which I absorbed, in the build-up to the creation; and during breaks when painting over the duration of 3 days. Indeed the portrait's title was inspired by one of my favourites, 'Let Mercy Lead' (1995).
Rich's recording history dated from 1981 to 1997 - and his songs "I See You' Cry The Name' , 'An Awesome God' , We Are Not As Strong As We Think we Are', 'Elijah', 'Hold Me Jesus', 'Step By Step' 'Green' and 'Verge of A Miracle' are among those that echoed in my heart as I painted with prayers.
"Jesus said whatever you do to the least of these my brothers you’ve done it to me. And this is what I’ve come to think. That if I want to identify fully with Jesus Christ, who I claim to be my Savior and Lord, the best way that I can do that is to identify with the poor. This I know will go against the teachings of all the popular evangelical preachers. But they’re just wrong. They’re not bad, they’re just wrong. Christianity is not about building an absolutely secure little niche in the world where you can live with your perfect little wife and your perfect little children in a beautiful little house where you have no gays or minority groups anywhere near you. Christianity is about learning to love like Jesus loved and Jesus loved the poor and Jesus loved the broken-hearted..." - Rich Mullins, 1997.
Listen to Rich Mullins singing Let Mercy Lead:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1QqrOfO3E0
More about Rich Mullins:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rich_Mullins
Oil on canvas, 30 x 24in/76 x 61cm
Private collection, Virginia, USA
Arnold Astin - You... Fetishist
Documentary Classics 513 , 1969
Cover Artist: unknown
"A strange journey into the frantic libidinous realm of the fetishist. ... Graphic details of exploitation, punishment, gratification; of the restricting leather, rubber, etc."
"By the particularly perceptive insight Miss Astin portrays, YOU, the reader, not only learn about those needs, their origins, gratifications and penalties... you actually experience them!"
Arnold Astin is possibly a pseudonym of Paul Hugo Little.
=Arkham Asylum. Doctor's Office=
Guard- In here.
*The guards open the door, and there, sitting in the doctor's chair is Professor Hugo Strange*
Strange- Ah, Mr Walker, I've been hoping to speak to you. Leave us. Mr Walker won't be any trouble, will you?
Drury- I- no.
*The guards exit*
Drury- You-?
Strange- Yes, me.
Drury- No, I mean- why were you reinstated?
Strange- The Asylum was in need of staff. I gladly offered my services.
Drury- How kind.
Strange- These are desperate times Mr Walker, and desperate times call for desperate measures. Please, take a seat.
*Drury does so*
Strange- Good. Very good. You *are* a remarkable specimen sir. I've been looking forward to-
Drury- Studying me?
Strange- Well, yes. Yes. I've been reviewing your file... low income family... your father was a supercriminal yes? And your mother *smirking* a prostitute?
Drury- What about it?
Strange- I'm simply-
Drury- You're "simply" what? Using some kind of psychological trick on me?
Strange- My, aren't we... perceptive? Truly. "Most impressive". I think it's time we addressed the elephant in the room. The disappearance of your brother. Norbert, was he called?
*Minutes later, the guards hear a thump inside. They knock down the door, Drury's knocked over his seat and Strange is wiping away blood from his face. As the guards start to restrain Drury, he stops them*
Strange- I think... I think we made good progress today Mr Walker. I look forward to our future meetings. *he whispers to one of the guards* Tell Doctor Arkham I recommend he be introduced into the Asylum population, effective immediately.
Guard- Uh, you sure doc?
Strange- Yes, I think it will prove *most*... educational. Goodbye Mr Walker.
=====The Cell=====
*The guards escort Drury back to his cell. He's far from relieved*
Drury- ...Hey Hopper. Did you miss me?
*Hopper rides into view, a bottle in hand. If there ever was a mascot for Irish stereotypes, it'd be The Grasshopper, short, drunk and always foul tempered. Though half blind, he can just barely make out Drury's face*
Hopper- You? Feck!
Drury- *sigh* Good to see you too.
*An empty bottle just misses him. An all too frequent occurrence. Hopper, was one of Arkham's signature lost causes, the kind of man they couldn't hope to treat. All they could hope for was keeping him happy, and that meant brandy. Drury met him once, at his wedding. He wasn't so much of a drinker then, or more likely, he was and Drury simply didn't notice
... Drury missed not noticing*
Hopper- Feck off!
Drury- You know what? I'd love to, but I can't see that happening. I had my chance. And I blew it.
*Drury's attempts to get a response from Hopper prove unsuccessful*
Hopper- ...Feck you...
*Ten he was not, thought Drury. His hands shaking, Hopper tries to pour himself another drink. Drury lets out a sigh. He told himself he wouldn't get involved. Not after Blackgate. And yet looking at Hopper struggle with the bottle makes Drury almost pity him*
Drury- Here... let me.
Hopper- No! No!
*Hopper smashes another bottle. Over Drury's head*
Drury- What the hell?!
Hopper- Feck off!
*Hopper wheels himself off to the corner, glass in hand and continues drinking. Drury almost considers saying something, but the lump on his head was telling him otherwise*
... hidden in a monastic library
Have a perceptive weekend, dear friends ;-)
Thank you mG ARTSTUDIO
www.flickr.com/photos/mgartstudio/3817561276/in/set-72157...
for the texture
Olympic National Park, Washington State. I have been looking for an ID for several years, and having finally given in to "Blue-gray Fungus." It's no easier than identifying lichen. We were walking carefully through the Hall of Mosses in the Hoh Rain Forest when I spotted this unique mushroom. I've seen brown and gray, yellow, and red, but never blue. It's probably because I'm not that perceptive or in other locations I'm concentrating on birds and insects.
At first I was a little disappointed that it was cracked, but then I though it actually gave it "depth." It was the only one of its kind that we saw in half a day in the rain forest. Though I was a little disappointed at first, after we had left and I was looking at the mosses and overall environment that I want to go back and try different exposures and seen what else I had missed.