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From the early 1980’s, Guillermo Forchino experi -ments with various materials to create works ofart in volume. This research began at the Ecole desBeaux-Arts in Rosario, Argentina and thencontinued with three years of studies in artrestoration and conservation at the SorbonneUniversity in Paris, France. During his studies hediscovered and mastered classic techniques andmaterials.

After completing his studies in Paris, he returnedto Argentina where he directed the Juan B.Castagnino atelier of art restoration for theMuseum of Beaux-Arts of Rosario. It was duringthis period that Forchino began creating figuresmade from wrapped bands of cloth where thevisible parts of the body (head and hands) weremade from wax and paper maché colored withnatural pigments.

At the end of the 1980’s, Forchino chose polyresins to create figures and scenes that resemblethe world of comic strip and cartoon characters.They are typically unusual and humorous subjectssuch as a family leaving on vacation in anoverloaded car with flat tires or a tired, oldAmerican pick-up truck from the 1950’s. He hasused other modes of trans por ta tion such as boats,planes and motorcycles and has even used abathtub for a military dictator. His characters arealways handled with humor and finesse and givena soul.

Guillermo Forchino lives and works in Paris in hisworkshop two steps away from the Père Lachaisecemetery.

The Comic Art of Guillermo Forchino is nowavailable for a larger group of art lovers in the formof limited edition, numbered series.

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Vehicules These funny vehicules,

created by Guillermo Forchino, form a charming collectionmade with grace and humor,

where every car has its own story to tell

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Adeafening siren howled in the crowded streets of Rosario City. The fire truck, moving athigh speed, left passer-bys perplexed. Everyone watched the enormous mass with surprise

as it managed to zigzag through the ocean of cars. Ten minutes of high speed driving sufficedthe brave firemen to arrive just in time to prevent, Mimi, the cat of the ravishing blonde MariaAlicia Vicari, from falling out of the tree where it was taking her siesta in the sun. Our heroesbattled for 45 minutes, but after numerous scratches and bites, they managed to bring down theintractable animal. With applause from the neighbours, they returned the feline to her mistresswho by mistake let the cat escape. The charming kitty, with a superb leap, managed to climb evenhigher. Fortunately, the ladder was still in place.

60-85039 Format: 100%

Limited edition 1000 pcs

60-85040Format: 50% (40 x 16 x 21 cm)

Numbered edition

Original sculpture: 75 x 38 x 33 cmAvailable sizes: 100% & 50% Reproduction

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F rom the radio came strange music. Frankie raised the volume until the whole car startedto vibrate. Susan, at his side, started to move to the rhythm. In the back seat, Danny, Lily,

and Ricky began to rock, when the voice of the great Elvis surged out between the sound waves.Along the street, people turned to watch as they went by. The car was a true marvel, and theenthusiasm of the five kids was contagious. When they parked on Madison Avenue, they wereimmediately surrounded by a group of teenagers. Two police officers, intrigued by the noise,tried to make their way through the crowd that was dancing frenetically, totally paralyzing traffic.On the sidewalk across the street, an older couple observed the spectacle with a surprised air.The man tossed his head from right to left and the woman covered her mouth with her hand tostifle a frightened scream. Completely discombobulated, they walked more quickly anddisappeared after rounding the corner.

60-85051Format: 50% (35.5 x 16 x 12.5 cm)

Numbered edition

Original sculpture: 71 x 30 x 23.5 cm Available size: 50% Reproduction

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Original sculpture: 64 x 29 x 23 cm Available size: 50% Reproduction

M iss Belkys, tapped at her machine with one finger, not understanding anything aboutcomputers, speaking no foreign languages, and on top of that hating accounting and

business meetings. Despite these “small” inconveniences, the day of her interview with thepresident, Mr. Raúl López Monti, she stood out among the 25 best educated candidates in thecity and obtained, without too much effort, the coveted position of personal secretary. As always,there were some jealous ones who said it was because of her plunging neckline and tight fittingskirt. Belkys, convinced herself that she earned the position thanks to the intensive marketingcourse which she took by correspondence at the Institute of Middle Studies in Tijuana. Thefollowing day and in a rush, the president left with her on a “business trip” for a week at ParadiseBeach, a trip that finally had to be extended to a month.Back to the office, the new secretaryasked for a raise which was immediately granted. Moreover, her boss announced that she hadbeen an excellent assistant despite the fact that she hadn’t taken a single note because she hadforgotten all the files at the office.

60-85045Format: 50% (34 x 15.5 x 12 cm)

Numbered edition

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A fter having been a brilliant student at the Police Academy, young police officer RichardThompson was newly appointed to the city's anti-violence brigade. The very same day the

City Bank was attacked by three highly armed robbers. The police immediately arrested one ofthe bandits. After his constitutional rights were read to him, he was seated in the back, andhandcuffed to Officer Thompson's wrist, who was ordered to punish any sudden movement ofthe suspect severely. Without any further hesitation they left to follow the rest of the gang, whoanswered with loaded Kalachnikovs, Magnum 357s and rocket launchers. The gunfire lasted twohours. Even with the hood and windscreen covered with holes, the courageous men in bluecontinued to risk their lives until the outlaws were caught. Later that night, when the policeofficers finally found Officer Thompson still hidden under the back seat, they advised him tofind another job. He now sells popcorn in a movie theatre in Iowa.


60-85008Format: 50% (35 x 15.5 x 13 cm)

Numbered edition

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An informer had warned police that a large quantity of drugs were going to be delivered nearthe beltway across the street from the motel “Las Brujas”. Immediately the unit that was

on patrol near the location where the deal was going to be down, was called urgently to the scene.Via the internet, the photo of the main suspect, the terrible “Carrot Top”, was sent directly tothe patrol car’s on-board computer. Lieutenant Steve O’Connor, seeing the portrait, felt a strongpain in his stomach. The resemblance with the suspect was unsettling. Angie, the policewomanas his side, looked at the photo and said, a little troubled, “I have the impression that I’ve seenthis guy before.” Cold drops of sweat trickled down the forehead of Lieutenant O’Connor, whowas trying to hide his face, said “It’s amazing how all us redheads look alike! …It’s like theChinese, we all look alike.”


60-85073Format: 50% (42 x 18 x 16 cm)

Numbered edition

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O n a very hot day, Miss Marta Gaitan Barberio and her friend Mercedes Arana Calderondecided, after a long trip by train, to go home by cab. The taxi was an old model and rather

badly kept up; the body was all beat up and held together with iron wire. The driver of thecompletely demolished vehicle wouldn't let the ladies put their luggage in the trunk because itwas already filled with six packages of sausages, barbecued ham, and three cartons of beer. Hewouldn't let them put their belongings on the front seat either, because he didn't want it ruined.Once they got home, Marta and Mercedes had to ask a passer-by to help them squeeze out of thecar.

60-85003Format: 50% (35 x 16 x 15 cm)

Numbered edition

2nd editi

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Original sculpture: “67 x 33 x 30 cm” Available size: 50% Reproduction

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Original sculpture: 70 x 34 x 28 cmAvailable size: 50% Reproduction

S téphanie always took care of her stylish figure, but since she has been working as a waitress,she suffered horribly when succulent sandwiches, hamburgers, pizzas, fries, ice cream,

chocolate mousse passed before her eyes ... dishes she could only look at to satisfy herself. Oneday while working, she heard a strange sound, like a siren. At first she thought it was her newmobile phone and then she realized that the whistling came from her stomach and she felt likecrying. At that precise moment a group of young people entered the restaurant. Among them aboy observed her attentively. It was love at first sight. The young man, dumbstruck, mouth wideopen, looked into her eyes and drew a ridiculous smile. A little while after, Stéphanie couldn’tbelieve what was happening to her, dressed in a wedding dress with an enormous bouquet offlowers in her hands and seated in a magnificent convertible next to Gilles, the love of her life,who in an impeccable tuxedo, had on his lips, the same ridiculous smile of that famous first day.

60-85055 Format: 50% (37 x 19 x 14.5 cm)

Numbered edition

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Marcelo Castaño, the millionaire, owned numerous collectors cars, but the one that hepreferred the most was his ’52 cream colored convertible. His wife hated the car and she

had the bad idea of giving him an ultimatum. “You have to decide, the car or me!” she said. Itwas only a sentence, a short one, but enough for the millionaire to understand his mistake andnot delay in fixing it. A week later, he already had met a superb 25 year old blonde who confessedto have fallen in love with him at first sight. On top of that, she loved riding and cuddling up tohim in the old convertible. There was no doubt that Castaño was a real “Don Juan.”


60-85069Format: 50% (33 x 16,5 x 14 cm)

Numbered edition

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A fter having won the lottery, Charlie and Pete insisted that they be addressed as CharlesEdward and Pierre Henri. The first thing they did was to buy some designer brand clothes,

“Hollywood” style sunglasses, and a tanning lamp so they could have that perfect “Caribbean”tan. They had the hair removed from their chests and backsides and started using anti-wrinklecream. They didn’t forget to buy flamboyant gold watches and to top everything off, they boughtthemselves the very best, their dream car, a collector’s convertible that became the envy of theneighbourhood. They went out for a ride around town pretending to be VIPs. They stopped at astreet corner with the music full blast. Talking very loud, they exchanged the 5 or 6 words inFrench that they knew. Seeing two sculptured beauties approaching, they said to themselves,“these two are ours.” When the two babes passed in front of them, Charles Edward puffed up hischest, stroke a suave pose, and cocking his head to the side, said “excuse me, girls, haven’t wealready see each other somewhere?” The two girls completely ignored him, and without sayinga word, continued their way. Desperate, Pierre Henri, risked throwing in, “uh, girls you wouldn’tlike to take a little car ride, would you?” And he heard one girl saying to the other “just where dothese clowns come from?” After an hour without having the slightest success, Charlie said “Andwhat if we went to have a beer?” “Ehh, sure, why not?” answered Pete. Their heads down anddragging their feet, they went in the direction of the corner bar to finish the night as usual.

60-85058Format: 50% (35 x 18 x 13 cm)

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Abel Robino rode unperturbed on his magnificent motorcycle. He knew that women were crazyabout him. They adored his beautiful tattoos, his athletic physique and his luring profile.

Robino, however, had only eyes for his motorcycle. The only thing that interested him in theentire world was to speed to Sturgis City to attend, in August, the legendary and fabulous BlackHills Motor Classic. After 10 years of uninterrupted riding, he had acquired both experience andself confidence, but what he without a doubt had caught, was an insupportable irritation on hisrear end. While letting nothing appear on his face, he continued his route expressionless, like aknight of modern times.

60-85031Format: 50% (25 x 9 x 16 cm)

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60-85070Format: 50% (26 x 11 x 19 cm)

Numbered edition

When I meet the guys at the bar, they always tease me about my little beer belly. “Who areyou going to seduce with that hippopotamus stomach?” say the jokers. “You and your bike

are definitely losers” and they laugh like hyenas. They could never have imagined Betty’sexcitement when I invited her to go for a ride. “Antique bikes fascinate me” she exclaimed whenclimbing on the back and hugging up close to me. “Let’s go, sugar, take off, I love this stuff.” Icouldn’t believe it, the sensual body pressed against me was the most sought after girl in theneighborhood. I stopped in front of the bar, looked inside and with an arrogant smile, gunned thethrottle. Just looking at the faces of the guys and I knew they were going to have trouble sleepingthat night.

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I t was as if the motorcycle was going to fall apart any minute. The deafening noise of the 1300cc motor and the way it vibrated was proof of its extraordinary power. After each acceleration,it left behind a cloud of smoke seriously handicapping the racers behind him. Excited spectatorsencouraged the famous driver, who at each skidding turn drenched them from head to foot. Ercila,“The Red”, was used to risking his life at each race. In the turns, his knee posed on the asphaltleft a trail of sparks, especially after doctors had replaced his kneecap with a metal insert. Atthe end of the race, his fans crushed around him in euphoria giving him vigorous hugs. His racingsuit, completely drenched, dripped leaving a puddle of sweat as a proof of his effort. “The Red”,happy with his performance, drifted away, smiling, in the direction of the changing room, whilehis fans jumped with joy in the puddle left behind.

60-85057Format: 75% (39 x 22 x 19 cm)


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T he powerful motor of the Formula 1 roars like a savage beast. In the second lap of the racehe is already in the lead. The cockpit is an inferno. When he has only two laps to go before

crossing the finish line, the famous pilot Didier Hoft, feels a tremor in the left front tire and seesa pair of screws flying in the air. He stops for exactly 4 seconds at the pits where his efficientmechanics, thanks to some duck tape, manage to repair the damage. He immediately takes offlike a rocket, spewing thick black smoke and finds himself on the last lap, only one second fromthe leader. In the last turn, thanks to an incredible and spectacular maneuver, with severalcentimeters to the finish line, he succeeds in passing his rival. Thanks to the win, he is crownedthe uncontested world champion, ending yet again, another exceptional year.

60-85054Format: 75% (49 x 24 x 13 cm)



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Miss Lidia Garcia had spent a large part of her life working in a sad office at the municipalbuilding of her home town. One day, she decided that the moment had come to search for

adventure, to launch herself in something that would allow her to escape from her bland andmonotonous life. After having visited the travel agent “Wild Planet”, and totally excited afterhearing the ideas they lavished on her, she started out for the Amazon jungle in the company ofthe famous explorer and adventurer, named quite appropriately, “Jack the dangerous”. Thanksto this fantastic trip, she learned to light a fire with two sticks of wood, observed wild animalsfrom only a few feet away, cross streams filled with piranhas, and ride aboard a 4-wheel drivealong super dangerous cliff edges. Among other surprises, she was attacked by an orangutangand stung by an incalculable number of unknown insects. After returning from such anadventure, her office seemed the most beautiful of paradises.

60-85052Format: 75% (50 x 26 x 26 cm)


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Gustavo Lopez had just enlisted the army as a private. At five o'clock in the morning thepiercing call of the bugle signaled to form ranks. “The General's pet bird is in danger,” roared

the corporal while chewing on a piece of gum. “We must go behind enemy lines to rescue theGeneral’s parrot, which escaped from its cage. Our honor is at stake” he insisted. “We must savethis poor animal from the clutches of those cruel, heartless idiots, no matter even if we die intrying; the important thing is to do our duty! Hail to the nation!” “Long live the nation!” theyreplied in unison. The soldier Lopez swallowed his saliva he felt his temples throb, his visionbecame cloudy, his stomach made a strange noise and two large drops of sweat ran down hisforehead.

60-85067Format: 50% (29 x 17 x 13 cm)

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“Papa, papa, today we’re going to the beach, ok? Yippee, we’re going to the beach, hurray,hurray” cried Antonin jumping up and down while pulling with all his strength on his father’s

shirt. “Oh no, no, today we are going on another tour by tuc tuc to discover the streets of the cityand its monuments” answered Dominique to his son. “But papa, we already went by tuc tucyesterday and saw 12 monuments, 6 markets, 4 temples and 2 museums” said a concernedAntonin. “You will see how much fun you will have!” said Maud, the mother. “I’m going to takesome great pictures which we can watch back home. I have already taken 628. Isn’t thatmarvellous?” “Sure”, continued Dominique, “I’ve already taken 7 hours of video, these moderncameras are great. Today, I began filming as soon as we got up, when we were brushing our teeth,when we flushed the toilet. I also have a spectacular scene of ants taking away the crumbs fromthe breakfast table. I recorded everything!” “Papa, I want to go to the beach!” begged Antonindesperately. “I really do not know why we take you with us. With what this trip is costing us andyou, the only thing you are interested in is going to the beach to spread sand everywhere.” “No, noand no! I’m not going!” screamed Antonin crying. “That’s great, don’t stop crying!” said the father,filming the tears that streamed down Antonin’s cheeks. “Sensational, this scene even Spielbergcouldn’t have done it!” said Dominique smiling, proud of his artistic talent.

60-85059Format: 50% (27 x 14 x 18 cm)

Numbered edition


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Sunday the sun rose under a clear sky, when the previous Saturday night had a downpour.Fabian watched the trees as they bent in the wind. The woods were full of puddles; the roads

were flooded, filled with rocks and fallen branches. A thick, wet coat of mud covered the landscape.The path which led to the mountain had become a real quagmire with a soup of rocks and marsh.A total nightmare, but in reality a great day for a little ride on the quad. Fabian started theengine and listened to the delicious purring. He gave a few pumps of the accelerator; the engineroared and two long flames leaped from the tail pipes … he felt invincible. At the end of the day,after four hours of adventure, he went home happy. Covered with mud from head to toe, he lookedlike chocolate cake. He proudly went into the house and walked across the living room carpet.His wife turned to welcome him home, but upon seeing him, was overcome by an attack of musclespasms and tremors and fell flat on the floor.

60-85060Format: 50% (19.5 x 16.5 x 18.5 cm)

Numbered edition

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T he magnificent convertible was a pure wonder. With its curved lines, its majestic allure andextraordinary power, it couldn't pass unnoticed. It was a real luxury car, but Carlos Pereyra

had the means. The most beautiful woman of high society fought for his company. He preferredredheads with long hair and well-developed chests. That particular day, the top model most invogue at the moment, was at his side. He had everything to be happy. Suddenly the alarm rangwith a deafening noise. Carlos awoke abruptly and looked at his watch and began to dress sayingto himself, that perhaps with a little chance, he'll have the same dream the following night.

60-85041Format: 50% (38 x 15 x 13 cm)

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Calolo Oviedo had always been a dandy. He adored the company of young women with longlegs and voluptuous shapes. The day he met Delma, he fell in love immediately, love at first

sight. And when the ravishing Delma learned that Mister Oviedo owned many oil wells, she alsofell madly in love. An afternoon of wild passion, Calolo was at the point of sinking his yacht. Youshould have seen him running, with little hops, from the bow to the stern, in his bathing trunks,with a bottle of champagne in the hand, chasing the woman of his heart. What passion! Even ifCalolo had to stand on a little bench to kiss his beloved and take pills to maintain his vigour, thefervour of his love was rising like his shares on the stock market. Up until the moment when hepassed out and his doctor advised him to calm his love lust.

60-85048Format: 50% (37 x 15.5 x 12 cm)

Numbered edition

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T he majestic Rolls Royce glided without making a sound along the roads of the town of Mardel Plata. Daisy, the little Pekinese of Lady Marta Spelanzon, Duchesse de Plataci, dozed on

the back seat at the side of her mistress. “Perkins”, said Lady Marta to her chauffer, “Pleasedrive slower, you are going to mess up the hair of my little Daisy.” Perkins, raised an eyebrow,glanced in his rear view mirror, raised his foot a little off the accelerator and asked, “Does thisspeed suit Madame?” The Duchesse, without saying a word, caressed Daisy’s diamond collar,lifted her head and drew a long smoke on her cigarette holder. The tip of the cigarette turned anincandescent red. Lady Marta, couldn’t hide a small smile of satisfaction, and a gentle spiral ofsmoke enveloped her capeline hat.

60-85053Format: 50% (37 x 14 x 14 cm)

Numbered edition

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Original sculpture: 56.5 x 27.5 x 27 cmAvailable size: 50% Reproduction

School wasn't a real passion for the little Richard. The only thing that he really wanted wasto drive one day a beautiful automobile. One morning at school, he was punished for having

not done his homework. Extremely angry, his teacher told him that he wouldn't become ofanything in life, that no one would be interested in him and assured him that he would be thelaughing stock of the town. Thirty years later when Lord Richard Walter Eigler bought himselfthis magnificent sports car equipped with 12 in-line cylinders, a certain jealousy was awakenedin his neighbors. His frequent promenades down the streets of Coronda City at the wheel of hissplendid automobile drew envious looks and comments. He wasn't bothered by this; to thecontrary, he experienced a subtle and soft trembling of pleasure.

60-85064Format: 50% (29 x 14.5 x 12.5 cm)

Numbered edition

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P ascale and Dominique loaded the car with fruit, books, brushes, tubes of oil paint, canvasesand an old easel. They went out without any specific direction with the sole desire to find a

beautiful landscape to contemplate and to reproduce as a painting. In the back seat, “Aramis”,the dog, jumped for joy on the tubes of oil paint, spraying paint in a “happening” of colors. Fromthe left front wheel came a strange noise, the suspension was in a sorry state, the car paint,rusted and cracked, was a pale reminder of the original color. The body had suffered over timeand had a few good dents, but the engine ... ah the engine, with its characteristic musical purr, afeast for the ears, something sublime, magical! What else could we ask? Total happiness!

60-85066Format: 50% (37.5 x 16.5 x 18.5 cm)

Numbered edition


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60-85068Format: 50% (36,5 x 17 x 21 cm)

Numbered edition


Jean Marc has a lot of experience….experience in moving. It was the 18th time he had moved.He was so used to moving that when changing houses, he didn’t even empty the fridge or

washing machine. “It doesn’t really make a difference,” he said. He just loaded up the truck anddrove to the new address. The houses that he rented were less and less comfortable and gettingsmaller and smaller, it was definitely hard times. Finally his wife said that it seemed easier tolive in the truck than to load and unload the furniture each time. Jean Marc thought about itand came to the conclusion that the idea wasn’t really so bad after all. At least this way, hewouldn’t have to defrost the fridge.

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When I saw its sensual curves, I immediately fell in love. The elegant air and incomparableway of moving made me lose my mind. It was love at first sight. This small beauty is and

will always be my favorite car. The only problem is that when the whole family goes shopping weare a little cramped when we come home. The other day, coming back from grocery shopping, Ihad to ask the neighbor to help my wife getting out of the car because she was stuck betweenthe cans of tomatoes and the washing powder. And don’t forget the mouth to mouth method wehad to give my son and to his sister as well, who had a jar of whipped cream on her head, we hadto handle the spatula with care to lose as little as possible. Me, I didn’t have any trouble, withoutreally noticing I had sat on a stick of butter and just slipped out of the car with no problem.

60-85063Format: 100%


60-85062 Format: 50% (26 x 14.5 x 12.5 cm)

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As a salesman, Dante was an ace. He could sell refrigerators to Eskimos and shampoo to abald person, he was proud of having sold sand to an Arab sheikh. Six months after opening

his used car business profits were booming. When he reached 50 years old, he decided to changehis look. He dyed his hair and mustache black, a rich jet black, the manicurist did his hands andnails. He changed his wardrobe to checked vests, embroidered shirts and crocodile shoes.Everything would have been great if it weren’t for a few buyers who felt ripped off. One brokehis tooth with a tremendous right cross. Dante wasn’t even bothered and went to the dentist tohave a gold one put in its place. Now not only does he thinks he has a better smile, but has a lotmore class too which makes him irresistible to women.

60-85065Format: 50% (27.5 x 14 x 13 cm)

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Original sculpture: 51 x 30 x 25 cmAvailable size: Reproduction à 50%

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It’s incredible the interest that I awake in women and it’s amazing the way that they areattracted to my admirable physique. Each time a woman sees me pass, she is fascinated. Fewwomen can resist my charm. All that thanks to my captivating look, my ravishing smile, andmy sexy Greco-roman profile. I am even forced to hide behind mirrored sunglasses to try andpass incognito. Jealous people just make me laugh, they say that women are not interested inme, but in my powerful Shelby Cobra 427 S/C® which I drive everywhere, but that… that isonly what the jealous ones think.


60-85072Format: 100%


60-85071 Format: 50% (32 x 19,5 x 11,5 cm)

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It was a beautiful Sunday in spring. That day Dick and his buddy Harry promised to playwithout their usual squabbling. Everything was going fine until Dick decided to remove a smallstone that bothered him on his putting line on the green of the third hole. Harry didn't want tolet him do it, but after some heated discussion he finally gave in. But when he removed the stone,a big clump of dirt stuck to it, which left an enormous hole. From that moment on Dick lost hisusual concentration and calm. He completely messed up his usually superb swing. It was notbecause of the two wrong balls he played in a row, nor because of his broken club - a three woodon the sixth hole, and not even because of the four balls he lost, which infuriated him - but whatreally got to him was that sneering smile on Harry’s face as he sat behind the wheel of that littlecart. That grin … was totally unbearable!

60-85032 • Beige Format: 100%


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60-85035 • BeigeFormat: 50% (20 x 14 x 18 cm)Numbered edition

60-85036 • RedFormat: 50% (20 x 14 x 18 cm)Numbered edition

60-85037 • GreenFormat: 50% (20 x 14 x 18 cm)Numbered edition

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After having watched during his entire childhood “The Lucille Ball Show”, Pipo Saulle, becamea television addict. He watches every series and soap opera that is shown. In his eyes, the

remote control is the best invention since the tele. He doesn’t stop channel surfing a singleinstant and he knows all the showbiz gossip. He knows the advertisements by heart and canguess the brand of a product even before it appears on the screen; at this game, he is unbeatable.When he wins, he raises his arms to the sky, makes the V for victory sign and yells while circlingthe coffee table “I won, I won” His other passion is popcorn and hamburgers which he chassesdown with enormous gulps of ice cold beer. My God! Life is good! If he didn’t have to work, hewould have the impression of being in paradise.

60-85506 Format: 100%

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Original sculpture: 23 x 17.5 x 31 cmAvailable size: 100% Reproduction

M y mother always told me “Franck, you are a musical disaster! I make a special effort tospeak softly to my plants and you, every time you play the guitar, you kill one!” When I

told my family that I wanted to devote my life to singing, my brother almost died from laughingand my father had a heart attack. They told me that no one would ever come to see me and thatI would be put in prison for the disturbing the peace, that I would die from hunger….How theywere all wrong! Now, not only more and more people come to see my concerts, but the best thingis that, thanks to everything they throw on stage, my family opened a grocery store just nextdoor.

60-85517Format: 100%

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Athick cloud of smoke had invaded the night club. Scantily clad women showed-off theirgenerous curves. On the tables, bottles of whisky and unknown drinks of questionable

distillation contented an inebriated public in the midst of vapors of cheap alcohol. The air washeavy. At midnight, after the striptease of “Rita the Savage” ended, the shy Jack Sax climbed onto the old stand that improvised as the stage. He opened his sax case and spread out some CD’sof his own production with the hope of selling a few. He began to play, nobody paid attention. Thecustomers talked, one could only hear some rich laughs, the noise of chairs and the clinking ofglasses. A spectator seated next to the stage gave hand signals not to play so loud because hecouldn’t hear a charming young lady seated on his knees whispering in his ear. Jack finishedhis fifth number, collected his CD’s, grabbed his sax, thanked the spectators with a sort of grimace,turned on his heels and when to try his luck at the club across the street.

60-85518Format: 100%

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“A Milanese Napolitaine, one, for table five!” yelled the waiter in the direction of the kitchenwhere the famous chef, Rodolfo Monti, was tasting his world famous recipe known as

“Spaghetti Putanesca with stinging nettle sauce”. “Mmmh questo é eccellente, straordinario,splendido, incomparabile!” the chef exclaimed in ecstasy as a long strand of “spaghetti al dente”disappeared noisily, swallowed up in his mouth. “Two lasagnas à la bolognaise, two, for the seven!”shouted again the head waiter with a new order. “Wait un pó, I’m not una machina!” steamed the“maestro” while he tasted his sixth spaghetti dripping with sauce. “Humm, it’s“incommensurabile”, exquisite, exceptional, “favolosi”! the chef couldn’t stop from repeatinghimself with his mouth full, while dunking a hunk of bread in the sublime sauce and wiping hismustache with his sleeve.

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When he was young, Juan Teruggi loved to help his grandmother, especially when she bakedcakes, in licking the batter covered spoon. He always knew that he would be a cook but not

just any cook; he would be a “Master Chef”. After two years of study at the most prestigiousculinary schools the day of his final exam arrived. The jury asked him to prepare…..a fried egg!Without showing the slightest surprise at such an unexpected request, adopting a professionalstyle and with the elegance of a classical dancer, he started to heat the olive oil and butter. Hecracked the egg, separated the whites which he began to cook. He added salt and pepper and aftera minute, with a magnificent and heroic movement of his hand, placed the yolk in the center. Twominutes later he pulled the frying pan from the fire, served the egg on a large plate of porcelain,decorated it with two branches of chive and lightly powered the edges with paprika to add a littlecolor. Spinning in a pirouette with an expression full of pride and with great reverence, presentedit to the members of the jury. Everything would have been a tremendous success if only the egghad not slide of the plate and landed at the feet of the jury.

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“A good barbecue is hard to do!” explained Freddy to his two kids who listened mesmerized.“First, is to start the charcoal. Then the grill is heated so it can be easily cleaned.” The

kids, charmed by the master chef, listened attentively. “Then, gently place the pieces of meat andsausage on the grill. Finally, and this is the most important, patiently wait for the exact momentwhen the meat is perfectly cooked, and then….there is nothing left to do, but to enjoy yourself!”The cooking juices falling into the fire lets escape an irresistible smell of grilled meat. The guests,drawn by this magnificent aroma, approached to watch the show. From the murmurs ofadmiration coming from the audience, a voice arises and we hear “Bravo to the chef!” A smileof satisfaction appears on Freddy’s face, who, shrugging his shoulders as to minimize thesituation, says “I didn’t do much of anything…..really it’s nothing special!”

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Original sculpture: 20 x 20.5 x 45 cmAvailable size: 100% Reproduction

When we went to dinner at “La Truffe d'Argent”, a famous five-star restaurant, we sat at atable next to the magnificent bay window where you could see the Seine and the Notre

Dame Cathedral in their entire splendor. We peacefully contemplated the sunset which coveredParis with a faint red veil. Martin Ferney, the restaurant’s famed head waiter, explained themenu with such precision and detail that we congratulated him for his knowledge. “It's nothing,”he said, “I know by heart all the wines from our extensive wine cellar and all the secrets ofFrench gastronomy. Moreover, there is a dish that bears my name, the famous Homard breton àla Ferney. Several other restaurants have tried to lure me away by offering me a huge salary,but I've always refused ...” Lowering his voice and narrowing his eyes, he confessed, with somepride, “If I leave here, this restaurant would no longer exist; it would evaporate, since I am in away ... the living symbol of excellence when considering French restaurants.” In saying this, helifted his chin, turned on his heels and smugly eclipsed behind the bar.

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Doctor José Batle was a recognized expert in his field. His diagnoses, always exact, savedthe lives of hundreds of people and earned him the admiration of high society. Everything

was going perfectly until the day when, arrived to his office, the most well-known actress inHollywood, the ravishing Marilyn Hayworth, victim of a sprained little finger. Without wastingan instant, Doctor Batle had the patient take off her clothes to assure himself that she had noother complications anywhere on her body. After a thorough and detailed examination, heconfirmed that … he had fallen deeply in love. The diva thanked him for all his diligent attentionand left the office leaving in the air behind her a suggestive perfume of camellia. Ever since thatday, Doctor Batle never stops thinking of the great Marilyn, hoping that she sprains anotherfinger so that he can perform a new examination, this time even more detailed

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At the hospital in Rosario, all the male staff suffered from stiff necks. The administrationdecided to look into the problem and discovered that the cause was the sensual swaying of

the hips of Doctor Evangelina Gonzalez. Her ample cleavage and tight dresses turned the headsof all the male staff, except Toni, the nurse, whose interest in the opposite sex was, well, anillusion. The administration suggested to Doctor Gonzalez that she calm things down a little, butEvangelina wouldn’t listen. So they decided to transfer her to another unit. Two weeks later, allthe cases of stiff neck disappeared, both doctors and patients. Because they all followedEvangelina. The only one who stayed was Toni.

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Luis hated prescriptions. Trying to decipher the incomprehensible writing of doctors drovehim crazy. Two pills …, no two bottles per day…., no, no two… What the devil is written on

this lousy prescription! All right, let’s calm down, breathe deeply like the yoga teacher said, closeyour eyes, remember your studies of pictograms and Mayan hieroglyphics and absolutely keepfrom getting too excited. There, I think it is written tricnine, no, en xyline… Where did this brutelearn to write? Half a tea spoon of Mnncbli…, no Mencbli…What a dumb idea I had to becomea pharmacist! Nothing I can do, I’ll just give him cough syrup, two boxes of aspirin, that neverhurts anyone and I’ll get rid of the problem.” –Next please.


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Paquita Gutiérrez was scared to death of dentists. For the last few days she has been torturedby a tooth. At first, she was hoping that it would simply go away, then she tried all the pain

killers in the medicine cabinet. After 3 days, she went to see Carmen, her neighbor who didtalking therapy. After 5 days, and not being able to stand it anymore, she made an appointmentwith the eminent dentist, the doctor Salomon Mimran, whose reputation was the talk of Paris.Paquita, her jaw deformed by an enormous abscess, sat down in the dentist’s chair as if it werethe electric chair. “Octor, ‘is it goin to ‘urt?” asked Paquita, her words deformed by theinflammation. “No madam, you won’t feel a thing”, lied the doctor, “you are in good hands. Let’ssee, open up and we will look at this infected molar.” “Ehh … ’is alwedy open” said MadameGutiérrez. At the fourth shot, the anaesthesia began to take effect. She had the impression thather tongue was a piece of rag. She wanted to say something, but only could utter some gutturalsounds. The doctor thought that it was going to be easy, but when the second pair of pliers brokein his hands, he began to have his doubts. “Relax, everything is going fine” lied again the doctoras he put his foot on the left shoulder of his patient to gain better leverage. Paquita Gutiérrezregretted not having made her will. After 40 minutes of struggle, and after a super human effort,the doctor managed to extract the rebel tooth. With pride he studied it attentively and … beganto feel drops of sweat drip down the back of his neck. “Let’s see, open up …” said the doctor whoshuddered when he saw that the tooth he held in his pliers was a pre-molar in perfect health.

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“No, no and no!” screamed Doctor Edgardo Cigno in the direction of his assistant, at theclinic “The Happy Pet”. “I already told you no!....I only treat real animals, tell this kid to

take his teddy bear to the toy store and…” when suddenly the door opens and a little girlappears, crying, in her hand a stuffed bear with some stitching missing around the stomach.She tenderly looked at the doctor and said “pwease dotor, can you save ‘im?” The doctor raisedhis eyes to the sky, sighed, took the bear and while patting its head said “I see it is a case ofextreme emergency, let’s see what we can do.” He took a little needle and surgical thread anddelicately sewed not only the stomach but the feet, ear and tail. It took him a half hour and thepatient came out good as new. “Good, job well-done” said the vet returning the teddy bear to thelittle girl. “Dotor, -said the child- now can you can help Paquita?” and putting her hand in herpocket, she pulled out a completely flattened slug

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Sergeant Germán Echeverría wasn’t afraid of fire. As a child, he loved to light his father’scigarettes, he liked that so particular smell of sulphur which comes from just lit matches.

His mother always said, “Don’t play with fire or you are going to wet your bed”. In the fall, heamused himself by making bonfires with his friends and then by throwing handfuls of salt onthe flames, listening fascinated by the crackling of the salt. One night, after having burned allthe fallen leaves in his yard, he dreamed that he was near a large tree and suddenly he had ahorrible urge to pee which he did calmly and with great pleasure. The following morning, uponawaking, he made the most important decision of his life: from now on, he would combat firewithout pity. He went to firemen’s school and today he is the Fire Chief of his neighborhood firedepartment. Everyone knows him as the “The Match”.

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T he defendant was accused of assault with a firearm and the robbery of two chickens andsix eggs. Despite the testimony of four witnesses, the discovery of hundreds of feathers in

his house, without speaking of a stew pot full of chicken bones and an old frying pan with leftoversof an omelette, the famous lawyer Mario Puzotti, at the end of an eloquent defence, managed topersuade the jury of his client’s innocence and to convince them that the true guilty one wassociety. The accused was freed ipso facto and, under thundering applause and cries from thepublic of “encore, encore,” the talented lawyer was obliged to return several times to bow to hisfrenzied audience.

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During her childhood, Vera Timmons witnessed numerous acts of delinquency. One day shesaw her little neighbour, Peter “Freckles”, with a sarcastic smile, rip in to pieces the teddy

bear of her friend Katherine. The following week, the same Peter, armed with a slingshot, brokeMrs. Carrigan’s window. Another day, “Freckles” stole a handful of candy by putting his filthyhands in Aunt Mary’s candy bowl. Even if Vera witnessed everything, everyone said that she waslying and accused her little sister as the author of the crime. Injustice, that is, the injustice ofhaving said the truth and nobody believed her, is what led Vera Timmons to the study of law. Theyears passed and after a brilliant career at the university, Vera was proud to exercise theprofession that she so much desired. The only thing that she will never be able to understand ishow that horrible Peter “Freckles” who eventually went into politics, could become senator.

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Chris was a happy man, without the least doubt, a winner. “Fortune smiles at the courageous”he had the habit of saying. His schedule was always overbooked. When he wasn’t on a

business trip he was at his office giving orders, talking on the mobile phone, sending messagesand emails or buying and selling shares. A hyperactive. When he traveled by plane, it was alwaysin business class and taking advantage of his VIP status. He wore only custom-made Italianshoes, English tailored suits and best quality shirts. He slept but 4 hours a night, dreaming offinancial markets and stock options. He saw himself as future president of the company, untilone day ... a huge wave of stress and a terrible nervous breakdown led him to re-think his life.He bought a mountain cabin, a hammock for two and from time to time went butterfly hunting.Chris is really a happy guy.

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Each time Captain Antonin Eyssette asked something, the air hostesses did everythingpossible to satisfy him. All of them fell to his charms which oozed from his persona, from

his seductive physique and his perfect teeth. He could do two long-haul flights without a breakand still be as fresh as daisy. The only worry was that, from his lower extremities, emanated astrong odor of camembert. It didn’t bother him at all. Even more so, when he engaged theautomatic pilot, he likes to take his shoes off, put his feet up on the controls and, with pleasure,wiggle his toes saying “This is life!” Meanwhile, his co-pilot, suppressing an urge to throw up,was preparing delicately his little sick bag, that by experience, he always kept nearby.

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T he hole was far away, Mauro Rugolin needed to hit hard, but with accuracy. He knew he coulddo it; several times, he had seen Tiger do the same. That afternoon, a crowd had come to see

him and they were all hoping to witness his magnificent drive. He spread his legs exactly howone should. In perfect synchronization, he initiated a rotation of his shoulders and waist whilestabilizing his right knee just a little. At first, he glanced an instant at his distant objective whiledrawing a small smile of self-importance. He continued his impeccable movement whileconcentrating on the little white ball. He remained immobile several seconds and with all hisforce … gave a tremendous whack lifting an enormous clod of earth. The little ball was neverfound, but the clod of earth finished its arc on the head of the referee, who had to be hospitalizedbecause of a huge bruise above his left eye.

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Original sculpture: 24 x 18 x 40.5 cmAvailable size: 100% Reproduction

“Alittle tap, nothing but one more stroke and I win the game” thought Peter taking his positionabout 70 cm from the hole. A shudder of emotion ran through his body and a teasing smile

brightened his features. He was already basking in victory. His joy was proportional to theunavoidable deception that began to color the face of his rival and friend, Tom. “I need to gripthe club, aim well and reproduce the swinging of a pendulum, ok, that’s it, exactly the rhythmthat I need to tap the ball.” He took his stance, placed his shoulders in the direction of the putt,relaxed and tapped the ball perfectly. But just at that precise moment, arrived a totallyunexpected breeze that nudged the ball a couple of centimeters. A sudden, horrible, detestable,rotten breeze which for months will deeply trouble the sleep of Peter.

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What I have to do, imagined Nelli, is to move 60% of the weight of my body over my left foot,then thanks to my best pitching wedge, hit the ball exactly ¾ below with an angle of

45 degrees. Then, after having just missed the sand trap, the ball should go directly into thehole. Nelli, positioned herself exactly as she had said, concentrated, then shifted her weightslightly, took a little back swing and hit…Perhaps a little too low, perhaps with too much spin,what happened was the ball, like a rocket, went straight up as an arrow, grazed her cheek andthen fell exactly where it was when she started.

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The coolness of the shade beneath the willow was an invitation to relax. It was nap time.The scent of lavender and wild flower permeated the air. In the distance, one could hear

the cicadas singing. The calm water reflected the flight of two swallows in a splendid blue sky.The end of the afternoon was approaching and Daniel was still sitting calmly, watching the littlecork bobbing to the peaceful rhythm of the ripples on the water. It had been a while since hehad had a nibble, but to be honest, at this spot, it was unusual for something to nibble. But nomatter. Daniel has been coming to this idyllic spot every summer for the last 10 years and, fornothing in the world, would he give up the extraordinary pleasure that provides the best ofsports … fishing.

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Original sculpture: 16,5 x 16,5 x 41,5 cmAvailable size: 100% Reproduction

Because of pride, Mauro Machado couldn’t tolerate his wife thinking that his washboardstomach of his youth was no longer the same. He decided that the best thing to do was to

start running and he registered for the annual marathon. At the starting line, he left in a flash,elbowing his way through the pack, he put himself in the first line of runners. At about 50 meters,he couldn’t believe it. He was alone in first place. Immensely satisfied, he felt like a gazelle. Atabout 100 meters, the first runners began to trot past him. At 500 meters, he was again alone… while he watched the other runners farther and farther in the distance. He never knew if itwas due to his mad rush at the beginning of the race or if because after 700 meters he hadalready emptied his two water bottles, but he felt a slight pain in his left side. After 800 meters,everything went by as if in slow motion. He seemed to be dreaming. He couldn’t feel his arms orlegs. He thought he was floating. It was like he was watching himself from above and he saw hisentire life pass before his eyes. A soft voice pulled him out of his trance. He realized he was onhis back and someone was pulling him. He wanted to stand up, but a hand stopped him. “But sir,stay calm! Stop pretending you are Carl Lewis! And now don’t move”, said the sport doctor as heapplied the oxygen mask.

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“Bowleggs” Alfredo Pozzi, was an ace, a master at dribbling the ball. During the Richieri schoolmatches no one could stop him. We all envied him. One day he managed to dribble past two

huge brutes from sixth grade. Can you imagine that? He left them standing in their tracks. Agenius. And the touch of the ball that he had was … incredible. But of course, later, when he grewup, he learned to appreciate the good life, eat well, drink well … and you know, when we start toget a little chubby, things get complicated. Last Sunday we had a match at the club. Listen-up,I’ll tell you what happened and it gives me goose bumps. Bowleggs Pozzi was playing number 10position, after about 15 minutes, it was a shame to watch him. For his first corner kick, I don’twhat happened, but, in fact, he wanted to kick the ball. He got ready, took a few steps and …made one of those magical kicks. If he had touched the ball, it would have been playable, but hisstomach caused him to lose balance and he took a huge swipe in the grass. This week, I triedcalling every day, but didn’t get an answer … I don’t know, he must have left on a trip.

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Park benches of the World

The warm afternoon was perfect for a little game of petanque. Marcel Dupont prepared withcare a set of petanque balls; he spit shined them with a soft cloth to bring out their full luster.

He put the leash on Sandokan, the old family bulldog and they both went to the Bois de Boulognewhere he sat on a bench and waited for his friends. He began to doze off when a deep gasp madehim jump. He turned his head and saw a woman of a certain age, cute, well-dressed, wearing ahat which matched her outfit. She held a book close to her chest and with her eyes half closed,repeated “C’est l’amour, c’est l’amour”. When the romantic woman realized that she was beingobserved, she smiled nervously and began to bat her eyes while looking at Marcel from the cornerof her eye. Blushing, she opened her mouth slightly and let escape a long sigh. Marcel wrinkledhis brow, raised his eyes to the sky, shook his head from right to left, spit one more time on thepetanque balls and rubbed them with his shirt. He told himself his friends were really makinghim wait too long.

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Park benches of the World

When he came walking towards me in that nonchalant way, I should have been moresuspicious of that innocent look. Especially when he asked me if we need dice to play chess.

But because he seemed interested, I suggested we play a match. At first, he refused pretendingthat he didn’t know how to play, that it must be very difficult, and that I must be an expert…hefinally sat down. I told him to start with whites because he was a beginner. After barely 15minutes, he completely surrounded me, eliminating any possible move. I couldn’t do anything toavoid a sure checkmate; he destroyed me. He looked at me with a smile, raised his coffee cup asit to give a toast and told me: “What can I do? Beginner’s luck”. That night, I didn’t sleep a wink.

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