Więcej o książce
He's like Banksy -- but not as big...They're Not Pets, Susan,' says a stern father who has just shot a bumblebee, its wings sparkling in the evening sunlight; a lone office worker, less than an inch high, looks out over the river in his lunch break, 'Dreaming of Packing it all In'; and a tiny couple share a 'Last Kiss' against the soft neon lights of the city at midnight. Mixing sharp humour with a delicious edge of melancholy, Little People in the City brings together the collected photographs of Slinkachu, a street-artist who for several years has been leaving little hand-painted people in the bustling city to fend for themselves, waiting to be discovered. . . 'Oddly enough, even when you know they are just hand-painted figurines, you can't help but feel that their plights convey something of our own fears about being lost and vulnerable in a big, bad city.' The Times
Zakup książki
Little people in the city, Slinkachu, Will Self
- Język
- Rok wydania
- 2008
- Oprawa
- (twarda)
Metody płatności
Brakuje nam tutaj Twojej recenzji.
- Tytuł
- Little people in the city
- Język
- angielski
- Wydawca
- Boxtree
- Rok wydania
- 2008
- Oprawa
- twarda
- Liczba stron
- 128
- ISBN10
- 0752226649
- ISBN13
- 9780752226644
- Seria
- Tagi
- Humor, Sztuka, Katalogi wystaw, Anglia, Wielka Brytania, Londyn, Fotografie, Życie codzienne, Miasta, Sztuka uliczna
- Ocena
- 4,7 z 5
- Opis
- He's like Banksy -- but not as big...They're Not Pets, Susan,' says a stern father who has just shot a bumblebee, its wings sparkling in the evening sunlight; a lone office worker, less than an inch high, looks out over the river in his lunch break, 'Dreaming of Packing it all In'; and a tiny couple share a 'Last Kiss' against the soft neon lights of the city at midnight. Mixing sharp humour with a delicious edge of melancholy, Little People in the City brings together the collected photographs of Slinkachu, a street-artist who for several years has been leaving little hand-painted people in the bustling city to fend for themselves, waiting to be discovered. . . 'Oddly enough, even when you know they are just hand-painted figurines, you can't help but feel that their plights convey something of our own fears about being lost and vulnerable in a big, bad city.' The Times


