Frank Margerin: Un Samedi à Malakoff
Where do the bikers hang out? Above the Suzuki dealer's, of course. Margerin's Saturday in the 60s sits perfectly on its gable end, the pleasant suburban street at right-angles to the modern flats, the projecting end wall of the balconies providing just the right shape for the garage. The sheer neatness with which another time and another place are fitted to the here and now reinforces the feel-good effect of this vision: all is right with this little world.
