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  1. ieb.be/Les-reseaux-de-l-art-no
    À l’occasion de la parution de son livre La Dimension coloniale de l’#ArtNouveau, #LucasCatherine se prête au jeu de l’interview et revient sur le long travail historique, et parfois plus personnel, l’ayant amené à devenir l’un des spécialistes du #Congo. Une interview par #VéroniqueCletteGakuba.
    #architecture #colonisation #colonialisme #LéopoldII #karabouya #avenueLouisBertrand #GustaveStrauwen #MuséedeTervuren #ArtsandCrafts #WienerSezession #Expositioncoloniale #HenryVandeVelde #PaulHankar #VictorHorta #PhilippeWolfers #HalfPintClub #SociétédelaTableronde #Cercleartistiqueetlittéraire #LesAmisphilanthropes #CercleGaulois
    "#Solvay, #Autrique, #Tassel, #Winssinger… les commanditaires des premières grandes réalisations architecturales d’Horta étaient ingénieurs chez Solvay, enseignaient à l’#ULB et fréquentaient la loge Les Amis Philanthropes."

  2. ieb.be/Les-reseaux-de-l-art-no
    À l’occasion de la parution de son livre La Dimension coloniale de l’#ArtNouveau, #LucasCatherine se prête au jeu de l’interview et revient sur le long travail historique, et parfois plus personnel, l’ayant amené à devenir l’un des spécialistes du #Congo. Une interview par #VéroniqueCletteGakuba.
    #architecture #colonisation #colonialisme #LéopoldII #karabouya #avenueLouisBertrand #GustaveStrauwen #MuséedeTervuren #ArtsandCrafts #WienerSezession #Expositioncoloniale #HenryVandeVelde #PaulHankar #VictorHorta #PhilippeWolfers #HalfPintClub #SociétédelaTableronde #Cercleartistiqueetlittéraire #LesAmisphilanthropes #CercleGaulois
    "#Solvay, #Autrique, #Tassel, #Winssinger… les commanditaires des premières grandes réalisations architecturales d’Horta étaient ingénieurs chez Solvay, enseignaient à l’#ULB et fréquentaient la loge Les Amis Philanthropes."

  3. ieb.be/Les-reseaux-de-l-art-no
    À l’occasion de la parution de son livre La Dimension coloniale de l’#ArtNouveau, #LucasCatherine se prête au jeu de l’interview et revient sur le long travail historique, et parfois plus personnel, l’ayant amené à devenir l’un des spécialistes du #Congo. Une interview par #VéroniqueCletteGakuba.
    #architecture #colonisation #colonialisme #LéopoldII #karabouya #avenueLouisBertrand #GustaveStrauwen #MuséedeTervuren #ArtsandCrafts #WienerSezession #Expositioncoloniale #HenryVandeVelde #PaulHankar #VictorHorta #PhilippeWolfers #HalfPintClub #SociétédelaTableronde #Cercleartistiqueetlittéraire #LesAmisphilanthropes #CercleGaulois
    "#Solvay, #Autrique, #Tassel, #Winssinger… les commanditaires des premières grandes réalisations architecturales d’Horta étaient ingénieurs chez Solvay, enseignaient à l’#ULB et fréquentaient la loge Les Amis Philanthropes."

  4. ieb.be/Les-reseaux-de-l-art-no
    À l’occasion de la parution de son livre La Dimension coloniale de l’#ArtNouveau, #LucasCatherine se prête au jeu de l’interview et revient sur le long travail historique, et parfois plus personnel, l’ayant amené à devenir l’un des spécialistes du #Congo. Une interview par #VéroniqueCletteGakuba.
    #architecture #colonisation #colonialisme #LéopoldII #karabouya #avenueLouisBertrand #GustaveStrauwen #MuséedeTervuren #ArtsandCrafts #WienerSezession #Expositioncoloniale #HenryVandeVelde #PaulHankar #VictorHorta #PhilippeWolfers #HalfPintClub #SociétédelaTableronde #Cercleartistiqueetlittéraire #LesAmisphilanthropes #CercleGaulois
    "#Solvay, #Autrique, #Tassel, #Winssinger… les commanditaires des premières grandes réalisations architecturales d’Horta étaient ingénieurs chez Solvay, enseignaient à l’#ULB et fréquentaient la loge Les Amis Philanthropes."

  5. ieb.be/Les-reseaux-de-l-art-no
    À l’occasion de la parution de son livre La Dimension coloniale de l’#ArtNouveau, #LucasCatherine se prête au jeu de l’interview et revient sur le long travail historique, et parfois plus personnel, l’ayant amené à devenir l’un des spécialistes du #Congo. Une interview par #VéroniqueCletteGakuba.
    #architecture #colonisation #colonialisme #LéopoldII #karabouya #avenueLouisBertrand #GustaveStrauwen #MuséedeTervuren #ArtsandCrafts #WienerSezession #Expositioncoloniale #HenryVandeVelde #PaulHankar #VictorHorta #PhilippeWolfers #HalfPintClub #SociétédelaTableronde #Cercleartistiqueetlittéraire #LesAmisphilanthropes #CercleGaulois
    "#Solvay, #Autrique, #Tassel, #Winssinger… les commanditaires des premières grandes réalisations architecturales d’Horta étaient ingénieurs chez Solvay, enseignaient à l’#ULB et fréquentaient la loge Les Amis Philanthropes."

  6. It was a plain, triple fronted mid century home, nothing unusual in the suburbs of my hometown. They were not a status symbol, unlike modern homes. Hard working migrants toiled in unskilled jobs to save for these humble abodes. They were warm, houseproud and inviting.

    Walking into my elderly Italian neighbours home, I could see that the plain exterior did not match the interior. Porcelain tiles were laid through the home, a link back to the old country and their childhood homes in the village. They were sparkling, the sun glistening off the meticulously clean surfaces.

    The lounge room with its ostentatious baroque furniture, gold velvet curtains held with a tassel tieback. This was a grand place reserved only for guests and the local priest. Photos of generations of the family adorned the walls, paying homage to those who had made sacrifices for them to migrate to this country.

    The kitchen was the heart of the home, and the aroma of freshly percolated coffee on the stovetop and a freshly made tiramisu drew me onwards. Taking a seat we started to have one of our regular chats.

    I would hear all about the arduous trip on the ship and the difficulties they'd faced when they arrived as migrants to this country. The overt racism they'd experienced in school and their workplaces, and the multiple jobs she and her husband had worked to provide a life for their family. They were not only humble, but grateful.

    This was our story.

    #MastoPrompt #Tassel #ShortStory

  7. It was a plain, triple fronted mid century home, nothing unusual in the suburbs of my hometown. They were not a status symbol, unlike modern homes. Hard working migrants toiled in unskilled jobs to save for these humble abodes. They were warm, houseproud and inviting.

    Walking into my elderly Italian neighbours home, I could see that the plain exterior did not match the interior. Porcelain tiles were laid through the home, a link back to the old country and their childhood homes in the village. They were sparkling, the sun glistening off the meticulously clean surfaces.

    The lounge room with its ostentatious baroque furniture, gold velvet curtains held with a tassel tieback. This was a grand place reserved only for guests and the local priest. Photos of generations of the family adorned the walls, paying homage to those who had made sacrifices for them to migrate to this country.

    The kitchen was the heart of the home, and the aroma of freshly percolated coffee on the stovetop and a freshly made tiramisu drew me onwards. Taking a seat we started to have one of our regular chats.

    I would hear all about the arduous trip on the ship and the difficulties they'd faced when they arrived as migrants to this country. The overt racism they'd experienced in school and their workplaces, and the multiple jobs she and her husband had worked to provide a life for their family. They were not only humble, but grateful.

    This was our story.

    #MastoPrompt #Tassel #ShortStory

  8. It was a plain, triple fronted mid century home, nothing unusual in the suburbs of my hometown. They were not a status symbol, unlike modern homes. Hard working migrants toiled in unskilled jobs to save for these humble abodes. They were warm, houseproud and inviting.

    Walking into my elderly Italian neighbours home, I could see that the plain exterior did not match the interior. Porcelain tiles were laid through the home, a link back to the old country and their childhood homes in the village. They were sparkling, the sun glistening off the meticulously clean surfaces.

    The lounge room with its ostentatious baroque furniture, gold velvet curtains held with a tassel tieback. This was a grand place reserved only for guests and the local priest. Photos of generations of the family adorned the walls, paying homage to those who had made sacrifices for them to migrate to this country.

    The kitchen was the heart of the home, and the aroma of freshly percolated coffee on the stovetop and a freshly made tiramisu drew me onwards. Taking a seat we started to have one of our regular chats.

    I would hear all about the arduous trip on the ship and the difficulties they'd faced when they arrived as migrants to this country. The overt racism they'd experienced in school and their workplaces, and the multiple jobs she and her husband had worked to provide a life for their family. They were not only humble, but grateful.

    This was our story.

    #MastoPrompt #Tassel #ShortStory

  9. It was a plain, triple fronted mid century home, nothing unusual in the suburbs of my hometown. They were not a status symbol, unlike modern homes. Hard working migrants toiled in unskilled jobs to save for these humble abodes. They were warm, houseproud and inviting.

    Walking into my elderly Italian neighbours home, I could see that the plain exterior did not match the interior. Porcelain tiles were laid through the home, a link back to the old country and their childhood homes in the village. They were sparkling, the sun glistening off the meticulously clean surfaces.

    The lounge room with its ostentatious baroque furniture, gold velvet curtains held with a tassel tieback. This was a grand place reserved only for guests and the local priest. Photos of generations of the family adorned the walls, paying homage to those who had made sacrifices for them to migrate to this country.

    The kitchen was the heart of the home, and the aroma of freshly percolated coffee on the stovetop and a freshly made tiramisu drew me onwards. Taking a seat we started to have one of our regular chats.

    I would hear all about the arduous trip on the ship and the difficulties they'd faced when they arrived as migrants to this country. The overt racism they'd experienced in school and their workplaces, and the multiple jobs she and her husband had worked to provide a life for their family. They were not only humble, but grateful.

    This was our story.

    #MastoPrompt #Tassel #ShortStory