Tuesday, September 01, 2015
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Friday, August 28, 2015
you're getting a funny feeling
that you're falling in love
from the third work from #wevegotashow
More here: http://issuu.com/charnwoodarts/docs/weve-got-a-show
Sunday, August 23, 2015
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Thursday, August 20, 2015
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Friday, August 14, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Some men perhaps enjoy shopping for women's clothes with their wife or partner. Most don't.
We do it anyway, grudgingly, looking for an excuse to get out of the shop and wait outside or in some nearby café or better still a pub.
In Cannes there are so many clothes shops to visit and it's so hot that it's worth going in just for the air conditioning. After a while most of the men will finish up outside leaning against walls, sitting on bollards, until their loved one appears perhaps with a bag of purchases or worse without, which means a visit to another shop.
the shop assistant
sips a glass of cold water
my sweat soaked shirt
Friday, August 07, 2015
The village of Mougins is one of the most exclusive in the South of France being home across the years to many artists and celebrities including: Fernand Léger, Robert Desnos, René Clair, Isadora Duncan, Pablo Picasso, Man Ray, Christian Dior, Jacques Brel, Edith Piaf, Roland Petit, Zizi Jeanmaire, Yves Saint Laurent, Paul Anka, Jean Richepin, Robert Hossein, Catherine Deneuve, Jeanne Moreau, Roger Vivier…
This said it is also a huge tourist attraction with thousands of visitors each year, especially over the summer months.
The village itself becomes an open gallery for sculpture and in 2015 the outdoor and completely free exhibition is called 'MONUMENTAL'.
My photograph here 'Communo Cephalite + Two' features the sculpture 'Communo Cephalite' made by the great French artist Arman in 1995 plus the heads of two tourists walking up the hill behind this bronze bust of Lenin.
Wednesday, August 05, 2015
Tuesday, August 04, 2015
The old lady passes some time with a magazine and a Perrier water in the shade of a café umbrella as she waits for the clock to come around to a point where she has to do something, be somewhere, meet someone.
She checks her watch, a mans watch, and asks me what time I have on my watch. I show her. Give or take a tick or two they match up. It's a quarter-to-eleven.
She thanks me saying she thought her watch was slow but clearly not. We share a laugh and I move on up the road to another pottery studio which seem to be everywhere here in the French town of Vallauris.
It's starting to get hot.
we visit every shop
for the air-con
August 3 2015