Honored to enjoy this fantastic oil painting by Bilal Hamdad @bilalhamdad #bilalhamdad in my collection. I discovered Bilal’s work through Joël Degbo, another Alumni of L’École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts Paris. Going through Bilal’s portfolio I was amazed by the maturity of his work and the striking relationships transpiring from painting anonymous people he crosses in his daily life. In representing, fleeting cliche of a fragment of life, he creates a pictorial space in which he questions the idea of intimacy. In his work, architectural spaces are very important. His paintings also show his fascination with shadows and lights. The settings and the images are often an expression of melancholy and intimacy. In 2018 Bilal received the Prize of the Friends des Beaux-Arts (Prix Khalil de Chazournes), in 2015 the 1st Prize at the International forum of Arts students (Saint-Rémy-de-Provence) amongst many other awards. Bilal’s work is already in private collections around the world. #oilpainting#arts#lesbeauxarts#Paris#barbesrochechouart#metro#France#fineart#peinture#thesarrcollection#beauxartsparis
Même si ça parait impossible, "demain tout ira mieux". Merci au mec/ à la fille qui a écrit cette phrase et me fait sourire au moins une fois par jour en voyant ce petit message au passage du métro. #Paris#streetart
I remember I was at a #busstop , waiting for one to show up as I was headed to see a friend I hadn’t seen in a while. Some teenagers passed by me, loud and laughing, and one pointed at my shoes…some no name brand somethings I bought at some place selling bargain stuff and I just needed some new kicks though on a tight budget. When they saw them on my feet, they pointed and laughed even louder and clowned and raised their volume so that others around would notice and look and make me feel uncomfortable to fuel their fire. I just watched their antics, probably raised my eyebrow, with the slightest grin, as I just looked at them. They tried for a few more seconds to really embarrass me, then finally waved me off and moved on seeing I was unfazed. Some who were around me shook their heads and maybe said a word or two to let me know they didn’t approve or maybe said something nice thinking my feelings were hurt.
I looked down at my cheap ass shoes, and they were actually pretty worn down; nothing flashy in the least and the sole was definitely low on the sides because I had been walking a lot with them--probably a hole in the heel. I had gotten them at some bargain chain in #BarbesRochechouart , which is in #Paris , just a few blocks down from #Pigalle (where you’ll find the actual Moulin Rouge). This was during the time I lived in #Montmartre (a beautiful neighborhood in the city, just below on the big hill that leads up to the famed #SacreCoeur cathedral), staying on #RuedesAbbesses .
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