Showing posts with label Placebo Fan Art. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 1, 2021

๐ŸŒŸ ๐Œ๐Ž๐‹๐Š๐Ž ๐„๐•๐Ž๐‹๐”๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ ๐ŸŒŸ

๐Ÿ”ธ Dear Soulmates, I'm sure you've already seen these caricatures of Brian, depicting him at different times in his career. Today I'm going to tell you the incredible story behind these fabulous drawings, the author of which is none other than a fan, ๐‘ซ๐’†́๐’๐’Š๐’‚, who had an exceptional experience in 2003, which I'm sure she still remembers today ! ๐Ÿ˜Š

She was interviewed and her adventure has been published in ๐ผ๐‘›๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘€๐‘Ž๐‘” in 2005. ๐Ÿ”ธ



Dรฉlia is 19 years old and very talented. A talent that simply allowed her to meet the band, two years ago…

๐Ÿ“– I can't remember the exact day when this whole story started, that particular day when I met Mr L. I just remember that it was a nice day and that I had taken the opportunity to spend some time in Paris. I know an Ali Baba's cave there, a little treasure chest well hidden, in an alley around the rue Rivoli. It's there, in this record store, that I search and find most of the Placebo rarities that make up my collection. It's therefore out of habit that I pushed the heavy black door of the shop that day, without thinking about what awaited me inside... My curiosity pushed me to dive my hands in this indescribable mess which gives all its charm to the shop. I didn't suspect at this moment that the man leaning against the cash register and who seemed to know the salesman well was going to be the red thread of my whole story. As I approached the counter, in possession of my latest find, I saw him cast an interested eye: "๐‘Š๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™, ๐‘ƒ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’๐‘๐‘œ, ๐ผ ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘š ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™ !". I look at him astonished: "๐‘…๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ? ๐ด๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘š ?". "๐‘Œ๐‘’๐‘ , ๐‘–๐‘ก'๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘‘, ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘ก'๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘Ž ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘”๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐ต๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘€๐‘œ๐‘™๐‘˜๐‘œ. ๐ป๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐บ๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘’́, ๐ผ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘–๐‘“ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘š ?". That's all, everything started from there, from this little bit of chance, from this unexpected sentence... We took the time to talk a bit, and I took the opportunity to show my work to him. I have always drawn and I am passionate about art in general. So I often take time to draw the band's members, as one would take time to listen to a record... It's just another way for me to 'sketch' them, to swallow their words like a placebo... The man was not very demonstrative but seemed convinced by the few reproductions he hold in his hand and offered to show them to Gaspar, who had to see Brian himself during the week. We exchanged our e-mail addresses, then our paths separated, Mr L. taking with him the precious contents of my old drawing bag.

Photo credit: Hamish Brown

A few days later, I received an email that made me shiver with happiness... He kept his promise"๐บ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘‘ ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”, ๐‘—๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐บ๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘-๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐ต๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘“๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘› (๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘š๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ก โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘›๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘‚๐‘ข๐‘– ๐น๐‘€...). ๐บ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘‘ ๐‘™๐‘ข๐‘๐‘˜, ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ. ๐ฟ.". That was on 8 September 2004. I never met him afterwards. So I decided that same day to go to the famous radio station where the members of the band were invited, hoping of course to bump into them and say a few words. Of course, I didn't come empty-handed, just to make sure that all this wasn't the product of my imagination... Once at the reception, I introduced myself to the person in charge of the band during the interview. My request seemed bold at first, as I asked for the few drawings I had brought with me to be sent to them. He took the time to look at them and then promised to do everything he could.. Another promise kept ! Everything was happening before my eyes, through the large windows of the building. I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other but the reaction of Brian, Steve and Stefan was amazing: discovering their caricatures, they all started laughing out loud and seemed to quickly notice that the content of the bag was identical to the one Gaspar gave them the same day. They had also just been told that the young cartoonist was present ! Scanning the few fans present, it wasn't hard for them to understand that it was me... Brian gave me a thumbs up and said: "๐‘†๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ !" They too ended up keeping their word and I finally managed to exchange a few words with the three musicians as soon as they left the studio. Stefan made the effort to speak French, Steve says: "๐‘‚โ„Ž ๐‘–๐‘ก'๐‘  ๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก !", while Brian was still trying to find his words, with his special little smile in the corner of his mouth. We were probably as intimidated as each other... "๐‘†๐‘œ ๐‘–๐‘ก'๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข, ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘ก ? ๐ผ๐‘  ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘œ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ค๐‘  ๐‘ข๐‘  ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ? ๐‘Š๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™... ๐‘Š๐‘’'๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘ , ๐‘’โ„Ž, ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘ฆ. ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘˜ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ข๐‘โ„Ž !". This is the most beautiful reward of all...

Photo credit: Stefan De Batselier

I would have liked to thank them for what they do, for who they are, but also for all the encounters I made thanks to them... But none of that came out... so I just made sure that Brian didn't take the caricatures of my drawing entitled 'Molko evolution' the wrong way. "๐‘๐‘œ ! ๐ท๐‘œ๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ, ๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘˜ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ'๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘ฅ๐‘๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก, ๐‘ค๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘“๐‘ข๐‘› ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘’๐‘Ÿ !". That's it, that's all, it's short, but we had the opportunity to meet again later and it has always been with the same smile and the same class... A few days later, on my way home from school, a small black letter was waiting for me on the big table in the living room. It contains a Polaroid photo of Brian Molko sitting on a hotel sofa, holding up one of my drawings. And this message from Mr L.: "๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘‘๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ! ๐‘ƒโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐บ๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘’́ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘œ๐‘› ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘ , ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘™๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘–๐‘š๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘’๐‘›๐‘‘๐‘ ..." ๐Ÿ“•

(๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜จ - 2005)

๐Ÿ”ธ The only unfortunate thing is that the drawings of Steve and Stefan were never published. I'm sure they are just as good ! I also wonder if she went on drawing them until now. I'm curious how it must look like, don't you ? ๐Ÿ˜‰

๐‘ณ๐’†๐’•'๐’” ๐’”๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’…๐’” ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’„๐’†๐’ƒ๐’ ๐’•๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐‘ญ๐’๐’†๐’”๐’‰ ๐‘ด๐’†๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’„ ! ๐Ÿ’– ๐Ÿ”ธ
๐ŸŽฅ https://bit.ly/3ErkZ6u ๐ŸŽต

Photo credirs pic 1: ๐˜‹๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ́๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ข, ๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ (1996 ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข), ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ (1998 ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข), ๐˜š๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ (2000 ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข), ๐˜‘๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜˜๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ (2003 ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข)
๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ

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Saturday, January 2, 2016

Placebo Calendar 2016

Here is our Placebo Calendar 2016.

Feel free to download it clicking on every image.
Enjoy and have a great Placebo year 2016

The Placebo Anyway Team 


















All creations by Susie Bosco / Placebo Anyway

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Sunday, May 3, 2015

Placebo FanArt by Amazia Shining



Dear Soulmates



WATCH ALL HER PICTURES HERE


As the Placebo Anyway Team was kind enough to let me share some of my paintings with you – here I am. I don’t want to bore anyone with ridiculous long introductions, but there are a few things I’d like to tell. I know there are much better artworks around, but I’m proud of mine for a reason anyway.

As some of you might remember from the iTunes-Festival review &  Placebo UK & Irish Tour - Placebo20 review I wrote, my whole life was kind of paused for around 7 years. I used to draw and paint a lot when I was younger, even attended art school but couldn’t finish for mental health issues. I can’t even say what exactly the problem was besides from constantly being scared - scared of leaving the house, scared of failure, scared of not being good enough. Those fears , which have been there as long as I can remember, eventually stopped me completely from being what I could have been if I had been just a bit stronger.


But a few years ago I finally woke up and managed to start living again. It took me another year or two finding the courage and strength to get back to creating instead of just consuming. There are still months in which I can’t even start sketching, but I found a way back and that’s all that matters to me right now. I know I don’t wanted to make a long introduction (sorry) but I just wanted to show you my progress and tell you, all of you, but especially those who think they can’t do something just because they haven’t done it in ages (I hear that a lot especially when it comes to creative things), one thing: Don’t let your fear of failure or the fact it can be damn frustrating if things don’t immediately turn out the way you wished them to stop you from trying.


As I said before I know my paintings aren’t by far the best around, and I’m terribly anxious every time I share one of them, so it’s a huge, scary thing for me to start this album. Maybe it doesn’t help anyone, maybe no one even likes my pictures but anyway, I tried. And if I can just encourage one person to take a sheet of paper and a pencil and draw or write or do whatever he or she wants with it, it was worth all the fear.


There’s something my father used to say: “There’s no greater freedom in the world than a sheet of paper and a pen.“ 
He used to say that all the time and I tend to agree with him.
So if you feel like it, forget your fears and insecurities and do whatever you want.
Sorry for this damn long and as usual far too emotional introduction (I’m not even angry if no one even reads the whole thing), and thank you Susanne for encouraging me although I feel like a terrible nuisance for being so insecure.

Thank you , thank you, thank you.

I hope you enjoy the pictures shared here and forgive me for being such a hopeless mess


Love
Amy

Go to the gallery




- All pictures by @Amazia Shining - 


Amazia Shining
(Photo by Sweet Hope by sglahe - Kaleidoscope Kustoms on Flickr )