The fifties! Not a care in the world for us adolescent kids growing up in middle class Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Our biggest concern was whether a flipped card would come up right side or not – no risking the loss of a flipped coin in a sidewalk crack – besides, who had a coin to risk? Note the bedding airing out of windows, and the two girls – no, they’re not twins – they’re wearing compulsory public school uniforms. We pretended not to notice them: in those bygone days drinks were suggestively named Orange Crush and Kik.
The schoolbags set aside on the street have since been reinvented as backpacks; the corner grocery along with Frank were swallowed by a supermarket. The astronauts we kids knew of were Captain Marvel and Flash Gordon zooming out of comic books to miraculously land in fertile imaginations.
Oil 30" x 40"