Rue
2 members found
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Lenny La Rue, IPA
United States
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Erin La Rue
United States
226 creative works found
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La Rue Obscure is the oldest street in the old town of Villefranche sur Mer on the French Riviera, between Nice and Monaco. It was built on virgin soil at the beginning of the 13th century. La Rue Obscure formed the basis of the rest of the town’s construction on the slopes rising from this coastal lane. It gave inhabitants of the town certain refuge against possible attacks. The ship captains who were forced by storms to anchor in the bay, could make necessary repairs in safety. La Rue Obscure also welcomed precious merchandise, such as wine, in its cellars.
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Holga of man drinking coffee on the Rue Mouffetard
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Angers, France
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Angers, France
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Angers, France
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Cemetery Pere Lachaise, Paris Have a look at my other photos. For example: / / / / / / / / / / Or browse through one of my categories flower / poppy / water / leaf / other / reflection / macro / insect
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I just love the low sun in Parisian winters. The shadows stretch and the light is magical. / This is rue Mouffetard, probably one of the most village-like streets of Paris.
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ALLEY ART
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a “three-some” collaboration…... / collaborator 1: the beautiful LINAJI / her image: / / collaborator 2: the amazing LENNY LA RUE / his image: / / and / the manipulator: MOI / here’s my my image: / (an old b/w image from a friend) / oh my lovely carrot-haired wife, / with you I’ll spend the rest of my life, / so stop your yakking / and let me just do my thing… (the background is digitally painted… / and so is the guy’s shirt…. / total work time: 3 hours)
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Photography by Jenny Davis in Paris
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A portrait of my black Burmeses, Siamese cross cat, Pepa. Yes, the birds are safe… Pepa wears a collar with two bells… and besides, chasing birds is considered to be too much like hard work by Pepa! Acrylic, fabric, crayon, pen & ink on canvas board / 350mm x 450mm / Sydney 2006
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Original Creation Date: January 21st, 2006 Rue St. Vincent is a street in Paris in the Montmarte district, and upon that street is a little club called Au Lapin Agile. This club, back in the 1910’s, was hugely popular with artists and intellectuals. Famous painters, poets, and writers would frequent this club, and Au Lapin Agile is still one of the most popular nightspots in all of Paris to this day. I picked the street and the club because I picture this boy standing outside, leaning up against a brick wall, smoking his cigarette beneath a flickering street lamp and watching people walk down the lane. And of course, as he watches, the girls that just passed him by crane their necks to get another look before they turn the corner. A shining example of a momentary glimpse that lasts ages. Hope you enjoy it. Charcoal on 90lb. paper, 16” x 20”, freehand. / Model: Steven Morgan Original available for purchase. Note me for pricing.
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A Lego recreation of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s 1954 photograph taken on the Rue Mouffetard in Paris of a boy proudly carrying two bottles of wine.
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You know him. You love him. Here he is. Another 1 hour portrait. Hope you dig it. Oils on 8” x 10” canvas panel.
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Taken in Lutry, Switzerland Nikon D50 / f/7.1, 1/200 sec.
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I went back to some old photographs that I took while on our first trip to Paris in 1977. These were originally taken with slide film and later scanned. I was curious to see what my new-found texture layering effect would have on them.
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From the Black Butterfly series. Mini portrait of Oscar Wilde – 10×8” Charcoal and white pastel pencil on Mylar film. A copy of an early draft of Roses and Rue, in Wilde’s own hand, shows through the translucent Mylar. Roses and Rue by Oscar Wilde, for actress Lillie Langtry Could we dig up this long-buried treasure, / Were it worth the pleasure, / We never could learn love’s song, / We are parted too long Could the passionate past that is fled / Call back its dead, / Could we live it all over again, / Were it worth the pain! I remember we used to meet / By an ivied seat, / And you warbled each pretty word / With the air of a bird; And your voice had a quaver in it, / Just like a linnet, / And shook, as the blackbird’s throat / With its last big note; And your eyes, they were green and grey / Like an April day, / But lit into amethyst / When I stooped and kissed; And your mouth, it would never smile / For a long, long while, / Then it rippled all over with laughter / Five minutes after. You were always afraid of a shower, / Just like a flower: / I remember you started and ran / When the rain began. I remember I never could catch you, / For no one could match you, / You had wonderful, luminous, fleet, / Little wings to your feet. I remember your hair – did I tie it? / For it always ran riot - / Like a tangled sunbeam of gold: / These things are old. I remember so well the room, / And the lilac bloom / That beat at the dripping pane / In the warm June rain; And the colour of your gown, / It was amber-brown, / And two yellow satin bows / From the shoulders rose. And the handkerchief of French lace / Which you held to your face- / Had a small tear left a stain? / Or was it the rain? On your hand as it waved adieu / There were veins of blue; / In your voice as it said good-bye / Was a petulant cry, “You have only wasted your life.” / (Ah, that was the knife!) / When I rushed through the garden gate / It was all too late. Could we live it over again, / Were it worth the pain, / Could the passionate past that is fled / Call back its dead! Well, if my heart must break, / Dear love, for your sake, / It will break in music, I know, / Poets’ hearts break so. But strange that I was not told / That the brain can hold / In a tiny ivory cell / God’s heaven and hell.
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Small streets in the old town of Rochefort-en-Terre. A small scenic medieval town in the heartland of the department of Morbihan, Brittany, France. / Petites ruelles dans la veille ville de Rochefort-en-Terre au couer du Departement de Morbihan, Brtagne, France. /
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France – Strasbourg Middle of the city streets.
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All photographs and artworks in this portfolio are copyrighted and owned by the artist, Anne Staub. Any reproduction, modification, publication, transmission, transfer, or exploitation of any of the content, for personal or commercial use, whether in whole or in part, without written permission from myself is prohibited. All rights reserved.
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Abstract Macro Photography – Faces This image was really small (approx 2 X 1 inches) / Large Lump of metal/ steel scorched in a fire. / What you see here, was faced to the ground on top of ashes. / Leeds
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Nancy – France
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Taken in France but I can’t remember exactly where it was. / Textures added and processed in photoshop. /
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