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And in this one, the writing on the wall says, approximately :
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In the indecent perfume
Of a rhythm
Our urban fantasies
Submerge
The frozen facades
Of daily life
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Now is that a trip of a tidbit of urban wisdom for you, or what ? And do these two photos have anything to do with each other ? I have to admit this was one of the more intriguing pieces of graffiti I've ever come across. Enjoy, my blogging friends, I'm off to get my beauty sleep, and to dream of indecent perfumes and urban fantasies ! Good night... or good morning... or g'day, as they say in Australia ! Whichever applies. . .
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Whispers..."not a television...a witness!", blood-curdling screams and wet chuckles from off scene. A distant siren...
I like the first one with the tv on the street. Congratulations.
Tried to come up with a snappy caption. Something about French tv with its dos au mur... but I came up empty.
I do love the image, though!
Re: the TV. Belonged to a failed rock star, I reckon!
"And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls..."...
I really like the idea of that, what a beautiful thing to do.. for everyone to see, I wonder if you could change the world anonymously this way?...
As for the t.v... I reckon whoever owned it got the hump about having to watch, yet another, reality t.v thing. Or the t.v even threw itself out for having to screen another reality t.v thing... or.. it fell of the back of a rag and bone man's cart... (I wish they still exsisted)....
Yesterday, he cooked Spanish for her. Being English, she was looking forward to watching soccer game on TV, Manchester United was playing that night.
He had eyes for Her only, still Barça was playing that night. He gave her a glass of Rioja, took one for him as well.
Food could wait, anything could wait for Her... Ten minutes only after the show (not the magic one) started, Eto'o was the man! He was not supposed his interest (and happiness) but showed disappointed. The love of his life was for Manchester United..... some more Rioja darling? She said yes, of course. Sevety minutes later, he knew she would need another one. Messi was the other enemy (but what a... no my god, just keep quiet...remember she is the one for you.... but yes yes yes !!!!!! 2-0 ! yes !!!!!).
They decided to throw away the TV in the back alley, nothing could seperate them any longer. Their native countries was a souvenir.... No more witnesses. It was without counting on Owen who was walking down the street early this morning and could capture such intense trace of life!
Really Owen, what a story!
More seriously, I just loved the wall below your first shot. TV is not my cup of tea, more than ten years (no you won't know about my age!) since I have no tv at home.
Take care, amitiés
Loulou
1. In another example of reality TV, this old black and white was inspired to experience real life on the streets of Paris.
2. Little sTeVie sneaked out into the back lane and never looked back. He was on his way to Hollywood where he hoped to make it on to the Big Screen.
Hi Owen,
What an interesting blog you have! Great photos and thought provoking texts!
I do not have a TV these days. When working in front of the computer screen all day, it would feel a bit exaggerated to move on and sit in front of a TV screen after that. :)
Cheers,
Jenny
Re:TV dans la rue. Reminds me of the scene in the movie, Network: "I want all of you to get up out of your chairs, go to the window, stick your head out and yell, 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take it any more!'"
Graffiti poets; what a pleasant change from the stuff on the walls here.
Like everything nowadays, buy it brand new, use it, afford with the disapointment when you realize the thing never filled the emptiness and go on with another dream, another idea, another love, just for get rid of it later again.
I reckon there is something going there, years ago when in Callais someone had put a bidet out with their rubbish. What is it with the French and their idea of street art?? :-) I will post that photo I took at the time to prove it.
Alberto, how right you are, this TV is emblematic of our throw-away society... if it breaks, or even if out of fashion, get rid of it, get something new. Whole landfills are full of appliances like this, with little effort made for decades to recycle any of it. Only in fairly recent history is recycling starting to catch on.
Bill... hmm, wonder what's on your walls...
Lynne, yeah, maybe this TV was mad and just wanted to be alone for a while in the alley ?
Jenny, thanks for stopping in, welcome. It's probably just as well. Funny, since I took up blogging, I almost never watch TV anymore. And feel SO much better for it.
Lone Grey, excellent, sTeVie was maybe creating his own reality by heading off to Hollywood. He did whisper to me just after I took this picture that he was hitch hiking up to Le Havre in the morning where he was planning on stowing away on the next container ship heading to North America.
Loulou !!!
You have outdone yourself here... what a story ! For someone who watches no TV, you seem rather well informed about recent football matches ??? I would know anything about those, but your story is enchanting. So there is a possibility for love to overcome television and sports, if at least a little Rioja is involved ??? And I wouldn't know anything about your age, of course not... but I can deduce now that I think you must have gotten rid of your TV when you were about 17, which would make you now a lovely 27. I knew that old forlorn TV had a deep and fascinating story to tell... amicalement !
Waterkitties, I think the owners may just have gotten a bit too knobworthy with that old TV, and it ran out the back door in horror... too much reality in the air when the knobs start flying ! Whatever that means !
Steve, hey, you're on to something, something along the lines of the guy in Pink Floyd's movie "The Wall" ? Where the entire hotel room is trashed, TV included ?
Walt, back to the wall and homeless, a bad condition to be in, even for a TV set...
Japy, welcome, and thanks...
And First, but answered last, but not least, English R., I dread to know more... hope the police with that siren get here quick, to stop these tragic events ! Cheers !
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Thanks so much to all you creative and wonderful people for dropping in here, I can't begin to tell you how much our virtual conversations in these pages and in yours are filling a gap in my life that I hadn't really been conscious of prior to starting to blog, but now that I'm just beginning to see what is possible, I can see what I was missing previously... so... thank you for being out there, and keep your fabulous energy flowing !
Hi Owen - thanks for passing by my blog and your kind comments.
I too spotted a TV on the Paris streets the other day - perhaps there is some kind of revolution going on! I'm sure it's more just an example of our throwaway society, but I did see an interesting project the other day. There's going to be a concert at the Alhambra soon and you can only get in if your bring a piece of electrical equipment to recycle!
The text looks familiar. It seems to come from a Miss-tic stencil.
T'as pas honte de balancer ton LCD par la fenêtre alors qu'il y en a qui n'ont juste qu'une pauvre TV à tube !... Owen ! T'as qu'à faire comme Elvis !...
Ciao AmigopixelOwen !
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