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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
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Little people in the city, Slinkachu, Will Self
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- Publicado en
- 2008
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- Título
- Little people in the city
- Idioma
- Inglés
- Editorial
- Boxtree
- Publicado en
- 2008
- Formato
- Tapa dura
- Páginas
- 128
- ISBN10
- 0752226649
- ISBN13
- 9780752226644
- Serie
- Etiquetas
- No ficción, Arte / Cultura, Humor, Arte, Fotografía, Catálogos de exposiciones, Diseño, Inglaterra, Gran Bretaña, Londres, Fotos, Vida cotidiana, Ciudades, Arte urbano
- Calificación
- 4,7 de 5
- Descripción
- 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