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coudert thierry

coudert thierry

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French expat in Morocco

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Lives in Marrakech

Registration: 10 April 2014

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AT MONSIEUR MICHELIN The story begins in Benin, in Cotonou, in winter 2007, during a trip with my eldest daughter, a trip already revolving around the recovery and recycling of city waste, manufacturing of musical instruments and metal letters from car sheet metal. By chance in our wanderings from workshop to workshop, I came across a small shop in which an old gentleman was making wineskins to fetch water from the bottom of wells. He had suspended about twenty of these intriguing objects from a wire... Their material was matt black, patinated as desired and covered with patches, they were tractor inner tubes, and their shape was reminiscent of pots. I stayed 3 hours with this craftsman, in the shade at 40 degrees, to try together to make a proto bag, with a piece of concrete iron for a handle... Returning from my trip, I vowed to explore the subject....A few months later, leaving for Florence, invited by the FESTAMBIANT eco festival, to build a giant balafon based on fence posts, I made my first real bag for the occasion, enormous, weighing 4 tonnes, with a large tractor inner tube given by my farmer neighbor, but this bag had a real success with those around me, I was offered a stand for the following year... The following month, leaving for another eco-friendly festival, in Greece, definitely a good year, to create a sculpture in...old tractor inner tubes, NATURE EYES, 2 large eyes measuring 2.5 m in diameter...My destiny seems to be linked to this material...I was even born in Clermont Ferrand, town of Michelin factories, inventor of the inner tube...I owe him everything...On my return to France, I toured all the tire dealers and garages in my area and recovered a hundred parts destined to burn....and decided to make a job out of it. At the time, I was a painter and musician, a jack of all trades, selling high but little....I put my fertile imagination at the service of an object that is so common, indispensable, a traveling or evening companion, and what's more, the fatal drug for women, THE BAG.... I made around thirty pieces which I sold easily on the markets in my region the following summer. I went to Paris with a few bags and found a few chic and vintage boutiques to house my production...I have sold around fifty per year since then. I opened a merchant site on the internet I.TUBE BAGS, and opened a p

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