Gone with the wind

Melbourne’s been experiencing some very blustery weather in the past couple of days. The sound of the wind rustling through the trees outside my window immediately carries me off in my imagination to walks along the bluffs by the seashore – when the wind threatens to blow you off the edge, and your hair stands wildly on end.

It also brought to mind the lovely pochoir illustrations from the 1910s and 20s by Georges Lepape and George Barbier. This illustration by the former exactly expresses my feeling. If only one could really be taken up by the breeze like that…