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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
- Jazyk
- Rok vydania
- 2008
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- Titul
- Little people in the city
- Jazyk
- anglicky
- Vydavateľ
- Boxtree
- Rok vydania
- 2008
- Väzba
- pevná
- Počet strán
- 128
- ISBN10
- 0752226649
- ISBN13
- 9780752226644
- Série
- Štítky
- Náučná literatúra, Umenie & Kultúra, Humor, Umenie, Fotografovanie, Katalógy výstav, Design, Anglicko, Veľká Británia, Londýn, Fotografia, Každodenný život, Mestá, Umelecká ulica
- Hodnotenie
- 4,7 z 5
- Anotácia
- 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