Gritty city #12

The subject is distantly reminiscent of Mimmo Rotella's art of décollage, but I understand that it starts from different assumptions. Here is one of those images that, in my very humble opinion, would gain a lot from color (but certainly film leaves no choice).
 
Great stuff, Julian.
Reminds me of lines from a song by a niche band called The Bohemianauts who my daughter introduced me to:

I met her in a bar in Bucharest
I could tell she was different from all rest....
I must admit I felt some fear
When she told me that her name was Vladimir.
 
Great stuff, Julian.
Reminds me of lines from a song by a niche band called The Bohemianauts who my daughter introduced me to:

I met her in a bar in Bucharest
I could tell she was different from all rest....
I must admit I felt some fear
When she told me that her name was Vladimir.
Those lyrics are quite good. I'll give The Bohemianauts a look up, never heard of them. Any good?
 
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