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L'église Saint-Jean-Baptiste-au-Béguinage dans le centre historique de la ville de Bruxelles, est une église de style baroque italo-flamand. Sa construction en 1657 est attribuée à l'architecte Lucas Faydherbe (attribution incertaine). L'église est église paroissiale catholique. Elle fut restaurée après l'incendie qui ravagea sa charpente en 2000.
The Saint-Jean-Baptiste-au-Béguinage church in the historical center of the city of Brussels, is an Italian-Flemish baroque church. Its construction in 1657 is attributed to the architect Lucas Faydherbe (uncertain attribution). The church is Catholic parish church. It was restored after the fire that ravaged its framework in 2000.
L'église Saint-Jean-Baptiste-au-Béguinage dans le centre historique de la ville de Bruxelles, est une église de style baroque italo-flamand. Sa construction en 1657 est attribuée à l'architecte Lucas Faydherbe (attribution incertaine). L'église est église paroissiale catholique. Elle fut restaurée après l'incendie qui ravagea sa charpente en 2000.
The Saint-Jean-Baptiste-au-Béguinage church in the historical center of the city of Brussels, is an Italian-Flemish baroque church. Its construction in 1657 is attributed to the architect Lucas Faydherbe (uncertain attribution). The church is Catholic parish church. It was restored after the fire that ravaged its framework in 2000.
Seiko to the left of me, Gimiks to the right, with Vans the Omega making a sneaky appearance on the far right.
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My *almost* finished section from a GM Crew joinup.
Apples Ekles Adlib and Honk brought the heat.
Mad Love for my crew.
Someone had commented on Sara having lovely hands, and that she should be a hand model or something. Here she is doing her bit for what looks like a pretty shameless Nikon advert by me.
L'église Saint-Jean-Baptiste-au-Béguinage dans le centre historique de la ville de Bruxelles, est une église de style baroque italo-flamand. Sa construction en 1657 est attribuée à l'architecte Lucas Faydherbe (attribution incertaine). L'église est église paroissiale catholique. Elle fut restaurée après l'incendie qui ravagea sa charpente en 2000.
The Saint-Jean-Baptiste-au-Béguinage church in the historical center of the city of Brussels, is an Italian-Flemish baroque church. Its construction in 1657 is attributed to the architect Lucas Faydherbe (uncertain attribution). The church is Catholic parish church. It was restored after the fire that ravaged its framework in 2000.
Tourists on launch Myall Lakes
Dated: 1909
Digital ID: NRS-4481-3-[7/15961]-St3748
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One of the Dallas metropolis member work In One Arts so I got a topside view of this site which housed a screw factory and a Comedy Club known as ad libs. it has since moved. the screw factory had been vacant for quite some time Photo taken from the sixth floor of one arts. the screw factory outline can be seen on the right, some of the outline is now gone.
Thanks to
Herman.
Rocked this little grey on grey on grey joint at a lil crew jam to welcome Goaties to GM.
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Another random shot while sitting out on the patio with my family on a Sunday afternoon. This is a mirror strategically placed on top of a magazine ad to produce this haunting and somewhat surreal image.
Anyone want to guess which are the real and virtual images and how I placed the mirror? This isn't a great hint but I didn't focus on the real image.
In April 2011, the GM crew put together this wall at Sturt Creek in honour of Jim Henson's 1986 classic "The Labyrinth."
Writers featured on the day were PALMS, VANS the OMEGA, MUGER, GIMIKS, APPLES, ADLIB, ROGER and BOED.
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Special thanks to Fazz, Puzahki and GraffCentral.
Photo: GraffCentral.com
See the full post here:
blog.ironlak.com/2011/09/gm-labyrinth-adelaide-australia....
Sometimes I wish I would just say No. I'm not sure if thats a No to over-indulgence and sleepless Friday nights, or No to backing up the next day still wounded, sleepless and feeling generally ratshit, to paint a piece. Painted with the homies Maim, Adlib and Roger.
This piece was a bit of a mission. Started off as a bit of a crew wall with a friend of ours who was visiting from Melbourne.
I caught a late start, and between catchups, beers and conversations, didn't quite get it finished.
With every intention of getting back there the next day, life intervened an it was a slight bit longer than I had planned.
The inevitable happened and this almost finished piece was capped hard with some bullshit right thru the middle of it.. I got off lucky though, Honk's piece had a big dick and balls sprayed thru the middle of his.
I liked where this piece was heading too much to let it die so I bit the bullet and went to work fixing it up.
In the end I'm glad I did.
more as usual at www.theessentialshit.com
If Walls Could Talk
These walls keep a secret
That only we know
But how long can they keep it?
'Cause we're two lovers, we lose control
We're two shadows
Chasing rainbows
Behind closed windows
Behind closed doors
If walls could talk
Oooh...they would say I want you more
They would say
Hey...ever feel like this before?
That you will always be the one for me
Two people making memories
Just too good to tell
These arms are never empty
When we're lying where we fell
We're painting pictures
Making magic
Taking chances
Making love
If walls could talk
Oooh...they would say I want you more
They would say
Hey...ever feel like this before?
And that you will always be the one for me
If walls had eyes
My...they would see the love inside
They would see
Me...in your arms in ecstasy
And with every move they'd know I love you so
When I'm feeling weak
You give me wings
When the fire has no heat
You light it up again
When I hear no violins
You play my every string
Stop the press
Hold the news
The secret's safe between me and you
Walls: Can you keep a secret?
If walls could talk
Oooh...they would say I want you more
They would say
Hey...ever feel like this before?
And that you will always be the one for me
If walls had eyes
My...they would see the love inside
They would see
Me...in your arms in ecstasy
And with every move they'd know I love you so
Adlib:
I love you so
Ooooh I love you so baby
Ooooh baby
Love you love you love you love you so honey
Love you love you love you so
In your arms in ecstasy
If they could see you and me baby
Just you and me baby
Oooooh
Oooooh baby
Tank you Yasmin my darling!!!!
Tourists waiting for cars, leaving Challis House for Jenolan
Dated: 1923
Digital ID: NRS-4481-3-[7/15984]-St8940A
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Title: Cleveland St Boys High School - science class
Dated: no date
Digital ID: NRS-15051-1-8-[439]-1
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Crowds at Bondi Beach
Dated: December 1929
NRS-4481-3-[7/16016]-St13959A
This photo is part of the exhibition Sydney Snapshots at Museum of Sydney, 30 June 2022 to 5 March 2023.
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There were some ins, some outs so, what was it about? Thrashing around theories concerning motive, intent, they were hell-bent on sorting this out. The first to take the podium was Mss. Tilda, who went by the name Martha. She asked point blank, no rigmarole, no fudging the harshness of her words by adding little adlibs whose only purpose was to distract and bemuse, “Cowards!,” she slammed her hand down like a gavel in Judge Judy’s room of circus antics, “How come we get this… this… balderdash of cockamamie nonsense when a straight capture of the subject intended would have served just fine?” She was followed by old man Jack, the king of the crop, the cultivator of fine herbs and spices. “Gentlemen and ladies, please remain seated until I’ve finished my dissertation in regards to the image before you. Yes it sucks. Yes, if the bozo who presented it with all the dander a ‘beaut ‘n force-1’ could muster, how come the kid didn’t get his ass kicked, his horse held for ransom?” It was towards the end of the evening when all the lager had been consumed and still no one had come to the rescue. A hush hung over the wilted proceedings, a pin could be heard if a pin one had. Lane McMercy, a raptor without wings turned to a slumping Dan O’Connelly and said with a sigh, “I think I’m going home”. He did. So did the rest. It was an evening soon forgotten. It was a smudge on the lens.