Reminds me of the sweet holidays in the small village Heurteauville. My uncle Pierre and aunt Jeanne used to live in a typical Normandy farm near the tiny church called 'Chapelle du Bout-du-Vent'. Together with my 2 nieces, we explored the neighborhood. Throughout the summer we were savouring all kinds of fruit from the orchard. Plums, Mirabelles (small, yellow plums), Reine Claudes (Greengages), raspberries, cherries 'les bigareaux Napoléon'. The Cider apple is for local consumption only on the cottage. To this day distillers still use the mobile still pots which are taken from village to village to distill the spirit on the spot. Sweet memories.
The BMW Baby Racer has been a hugely popular first BMW. The new edition is sure to continue that tradition. Technological improvements for this year's model include new low-profile wheels (with special 'quiet tires' that adults will appreciate), accented hood and deck lid, a foam padded seat and "dashboard" that sports two simulated instruments and a choice of spiffy new paint jobs, Metallic Blue ONLY. The BMW Baby Racer is for use by children 1 1/2 to 4 years of age and complies with ASTM F963-96a. Length 28", Width 13", Height 16", Wheelbase 17" and Weight approximately 10 lbs.
BMW 328 Junior Collector Car 1 cilinder 4 tact motor 169 cc - 6,5 pk - weight 152 kg.
In 1937 the BMW 328 cabrio was the ultimate "dream sports car". Price: 7.400 Reichsmark source: Historischer Filmservice.de
Friends first introduced me to Kamagurka a few years ago. The cartoonist and comedian had taken up painting. I tried to imagine the paintings based on my knowledge of his spare, reserved drawings in newspapers. But when I first visited his studio in Ghent, I discovered that his painted work was much more baroque, and especially extravagant in the penetrating use of color. I saw a youthful artist foraging amongst all kinds of morsels of painted art with which he felt an affinity: Tijtgat, Ensor, Jorn and CoBrA, Magritte, Breughel, the cartoons of Suske and Wiske, Raveel, and much more. These stimuli evoked all kinds of images in Kamagurka’s roaming fantasy that had previously remained untapped. His painted oeuvre has grown into a small body of work on the fringes of art, sometimes marked by a rough humor, refreshing, and artistically barely imaginable. But that is what makes it interesting; it hits out against our aesthetic. I propose reinstating Kamagurka, the painter, under his own name luc Zeebroek.'