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An interior view of the library at Holland House in Kensington, London, after it was extensively damaged by a Molotov ‘Breadbasket’ fire bomb. I love how the men continue to browse the shelves regardless (Photo by Central Press)
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Holy brilliant. I want this entire collection displayed on my livingroom wall. Except in landscape fashion. Click above to check out Fine Little Day’s awesome shop/blog/existence. (Via Uppercase)
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lazy afternoon: sitting in the sun reading Asterix & Obelix and smoking shisha. bliss!
Graphic novels have never really been my thing, apart from an unhealthy addiction to all things Asterix and, more specifically, Obelix. The Boy has slowly, and patiently, been encouraging me to broaden my graphic novel horizons. First by introducing me to Corto Maltese, which I adore, swiftly followed by the Watchmen. My latest discovery (yes, yes, as ever I remain horribly behind the curve) is Maus by Art Spiegelman. I was gripped by it and left breathless by it. In equal measure it horrified me, made me laugh out loud and reminisce (Vladek reminded me of the survivors I knew whilst growing up - the indomitable grandparents of my friends) and left me heart broken.
