Palette Peellaert

Guy Peellaert, died Monday in Paris of cancer of the kidneys was 74 years. And more projects in mind, he could not stay doing nothing. Her parents imagined surgeon, but he found his way into student at the Beaux-Arts in Brussels, his hometown. As he liked cover their tracks, it became neither painter, or designer, or photographer or graphic artist, but at the same time, driven by his passion for cinema and America.

Crossing Hara-Kiri in 1967, two BD emblems, and Jodelle Pravda, the Survireuse published by Losfeld and, in 1972, appears Rock Dreams, Book culte signed by the critic Nick Cohn: a million copies. This multimedia artist before the hour draws the pockets of 33 laps with (It's Only Rock'n'Roll for the Rolling Stones, Diamond Dogs to Bowie ...), "says The Big Room (1976-1986), zooms in on a Vegas mid-Hopper mid-operetta, is deploying the Generic Cinema theaters, displays the films (Taxi Driver, the Wings of desire, Silver ...), painted dreams of the twentieth century (Grasset), where he aérographie Cassius Clay and Jackie Kennedy Celine and Rushdie. Mep exposed to in 2001, these images will give Guy Peellaert a recognition that France non-rock'n'folk him measured.

Thirteen years ago, in his studio in Paris Bastille, we met for the art magazine Insensé ... Guy Peellaert had transformed its ground floor in safe icono where piling magazines, books and Recent computers that made him such feverish child at Christmas. It did not, who "design [ed] like crazy," he should soon turn digital. He spoke with a soft shoulders hidden under sailor and a certain impatience to return to work. Selected music.
New World

"I'm a real sentimental, I love the people who go to the ladle with emotion and you know who gave me the urge to go to the USA? Gershwin! The major organs, the impulses that take you on a treadmill, Gershwin, is New York, not America. A city where the air is crispy, where we feel that the sea is in the city, as in Barcelona. When I was a kid, he was a starter dreams and then very quickly it was not him. At 15, finished. "
Roman noir

"Girls with whom I went out to the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Brussels, I can not find them in my family, but very bourgeois freedom left me crazy, especially my mother ... No, I went out in a where we fought a lot, where everything was more exciting animal, like those girls who seemed to survivors of a thriller. For me, Lauren Bacall remains the enemy, this fashionable, this intelligence ... Marilyn? Yes, maybe a friend, in any case the initial attraction. "
A fish in bad water

"The rock comes and sensually, we needed to rock. Nat King Cole for flirting, rock impulses for. The big difference between Europe and the U.S. - if it is viewed from a romantic - is the individual. The individual plays to deceive American society, to break the law, and either he wins or loses. That is the art of music and American cinema. In Europe, no concept of Thursday, a man ready to fight, no, he complains: "What a dirty rotten society!" The essence of blues, rock, country, is the man in society, but it is out. It does not repeat "Ah! the bastards ", it does not live like bastards, that's all. It is a bad fish in water, but it does not ask you change the water. "
Standing on tables

"I discovered Jimmy Cliff as I followed the Stones on tour with Keith Richards, guitarist, who connected me reggae. Reggae is the peps. I am not a priori very expansive, I remember that Roxy in Los Angeles, we were standing on tables facing Bob Marley ... "
Rats cities

"I am attracted by rats cities, the word" rat "in the true sense of course. At the time when the world was peace, love and thing, me, I loved New York and Lou Reed, if blacks. Why I prefer rats cities? Because of their impulses, stronger, in turn tragic, lonely, for me is the sex appeal of neon and formica. A rat cities that I want to know? Bashung. But my life is so made that I live as an old monk who trace of illuminations. There are still great moments, loners encountered, but this is more a search for life in the pack. "
Cuban brass

"Before, North America represented freedom from my family. Now it looks like my family. We must find emotions that we do not arise questions. Rap, I listen, the third piece j'étouffe. There is no impulses in the report is something studied racoleur, to my taste. Cuban neighborhoods in Los Angeles, the ball Saturday night, is loose, there is fighting, it flirts, it does not go further than that. They are there to take their foot. I do not live it as a tourist and you can not change their lives all the time. "Peellaert Guy, who died Monday in Paris of cancer of the kidneys was 74 years. And more projects in mind, he could not stay doing nothing. Her parents imagined surgeon, but he found his way into student at the Beaux-Arts in Brussels, his hometown. As he liked cover their tracks, it became neither painter, or designer, or photographer or graphic artist, but at the same time, driven by his passion for cinema and America.

Crossing Hara-Kiri in 1967, two BD emblems, and Jodelle Pravda, the Survireuse published by Losfeld and, in 1972, appears Rock Dreams, Book culte signed by the critic Nick Cohn: a million copies. This multimedia artist before the hour draws the pockets of 33 laps with (It's Only Rock'n'Roll for the Rolling Stones, Diamond Dogs to Bowie ...), "says The Big Room (1976-1986), zooms in on a Vegas mid-Hopper mid-operetta, is deploying the Generic Cinema theaters, displays the films (Taxi Driver, the Wings of desire, Silver ...), painted dreams of the twentieth century (Grasset), where he aérographie Cassius Clay and Jackie Kennedy Celine and Rushdie. Mep exposed to in 2001, these images will give Guy Peellaert a recognition that France non-rock'n'folk him measured.

Thirteen years ago, in his studio in Paris Bastille, we met for the art magazine Insensé ... Guy Peellaert had transformed its ground floor in safe icono where piling magazines, books and Recent computers that made him such feverish child at Christmas. It did not, who "design [ed] like crazy," he should soon turn digital. He spoke with a soft shoulders hidden under sailor and a certain impatience to return to work. Selected music.
New World

"I'm a real sentimental, I love the people who go to the ladle with emotion and you know who gave me the urge to go to the USA? Gershwin! The major organs, the impulses that take you on a treadmill, Gershwin, is New York, not America. A city where the air is crispy, where we feel that the sea is in the city, as in Barcelona. When I was a kid, he was a starter dreams and then very quickly it was not him. At 15, finished. "
Roman noir

"Girls with whom I went out to the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Brussels, I can not find them in my family, but very bourgeois freedom left me crazy, especially my mother ... No, I went out in a where we fought a lot, where everything was more exciting animal, like those girls who seemed to survivors of a thriller. For me, Lauren Bacall remains the enemy, this fashionable, this intelligence ... Marilyn? Yes, maybe a friend, in any case the initial attraction. "
A fish in bad water

"The rock comes and sensually, we needed to rock. Nat King Cole for flirting, rock impulses for. The big difference between Europe and the United States - if it is viewed from a romantic - is the individual. The individual plays to deceive American society, to break the law, and either he wins or loses. That is the art of music and American cinema. In Europe, no concept of Thursday, a man ready to fight, no, he complains: "What a dirty rotten society!" The essence of blues, rock, country, is the man in society, but it is out. It does not repeat "Ah! the bastards ", it does not live like bastards, that's all. It is a bad fish in water, but it does not ask you change the water. "
Standing on tables

"I discovered Jimmy Cliff as I followed the Stones on tour with Keith Richards, guitarist, who connected me reggae. Reggae is the peps. I am not a priori very expansive, I remember that Roxy in Los Angeles, we were standing on tables facing Bob Marley ... "
Rats cities

"I am attracted by rats cities, the word" rat "in the true sense of course. At the time when the world was peace, love and thing, me, I loved New York and Lou Reed, if blacks. Why I prefer rats cities? Because of their impulses, stronger, in turn tragic, lonely, for me is the sex appeal of neon and formica. A rat cities that I want to know? Bashung. But my life is so made that I live as an old monk who trace of illuminations. There are still great moments, loners encountered, but this is more a search for life in the pack. "
Cuban brass

"Before, North America represented freedom from my family. Now it looks like my family. We must find emotions that we do not arise questions. Rap, I listen, the third piece j'étouffe. There is no impulses in the report is something studied racoleur, to my taste. Cuban neighborhoods in Los Angeles, the ball Saturday night, is loose, there is fighting, it flirts, it does not go further than that. They are there to take their foot. I do not live it as a tourist and you can not change their lives all the time. "