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Edmund Dulac's Picture-Book For The French Red Cross

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en Limba Engleză Paperback – mai 2012
Edmund Dulac's Picture Book for the French Red Cross is a stunning work, produced in the midst of the First World War, by a true genius of illustration. It was originally published in 1915, and contains twenty colour images. Dulac was a French-born, British naturalised magazine illustrator, book illustrator and stamp designer, who despite his increasing years, wished to help the war effort in any way he could. The drawings are delicately drawn, notable for their classic fairy tale charms and Japanese stylistic influence. The skilfully coloured images further refine the enchantingly simple story telling - all presented together in this text. It is a book to be enjoyed by both young and old; a beautiful object, produced at a time of great peril. Stories include: The Story of the Bird Feng (A Chinese Tale), Layla and Majnun (A Persian Love Story), The Nightingale (Hans Christian Andersen), Cinderella (A French Fairy Tale), Bluebeard (A French Tale), The Lady Badoura (Arabian Nights) and others. Pook Press celebrates the great 'Golden Age of Illustration' in children's literature - a period of unparalleled excellence in book illustration from the 1880s to the 1930s. Our collection showcases classic fairy tales, children's stories, and the work of some of the most celebrated artists, illustrators and authors.
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ISBN-13: 9781447448990
ISBN-10: 1447448995
Pagini: 182
Dimensiuni: 203 x 254 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.49 kg
Editura: Pook Press

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