who we are?

bourgeoisbicycle:

A seemingly easy question which can be afforded a simple answer. We are James Bowden – Englishman and Photographer – a man who gathers flowers constantly and will come each time you call. We are George Foulds – writer and sometimes lost Tasmanian. And we have long been friends.

But life is seldom that simple and people don’t always know who they really are and so it goes…
James often believes he’s a man called Jimmy Bodean, who is a true artist in search of the image perfect. This will be captured in the final dying throes of a seabird, so Bodean says. And George knows his real name is Harold Hobart Hellybutt, an author of two incomplete novellas and numerous poetic failures. In the interests of artistic self-preservation and rambling adventure, the duo has embarked upon an expedition, which will be forever known as, ‘The Bourgeois Bicycle Caravan’. 

Plunging southwards along the western seaboard of France, the caravan will be a concert of motion, conducted from the seat of a bicycle. There will be trailers brimming full with necessities. Surfboards, cameras, pens and pencils and books of Russian beat poetry. This experiment will no doubt encounter waves of consequence, Wild West frontier folk and an endless road of tumultuous joy. But will this bare the fruits so desired by Bodean and Hellybutt? 

Climb aboard the contorted caravan, as the first horn blows on the hunt for the wounded seagull…