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#3 �C Craies de R��sistance : Ma rue par Achb��, Po��te des trottoirs.

Publié le 10/03/25

Dans cet ��pi?sode de Made?moi?selle Pitch On Air, d��cou?vrez Ma rue par Ach?b��, artiste urbaine qui trans?forme son trot?toir de Mont?martre en ter?rain d��ex?pres?sion po��?tique et mili?tante gr?ce �� ses craies d��colier. Ses mes?sages, tan?t?t dr?les, tan?t?t phi?lo?so?phiques, inter?pellent les pas?sants et deviennent des ?uvres ��ph��?m��res pho?to?gra?phi��es avant de dis?pa?ra?tre. Mili?tante f��mi?niste et enga?g��e, elle uti?lise l��es?pace public comme un jour?nal intime �� ciel ouvert, abor?dant avec sen?si?bi?li?t�� et humour des sujets soci��?taux. De son enfance pen?dant laquelle elle pre?nait la d��fense des chats �� ses enga?ge?ments pour toutes les causes qui touchent les femmes et la com?mu?nau?t�� LGBTQIA+, en pas?sant par une ado?les?cence punk, Ma rue par Ach?b�� se livre au micro de Maga?li Faget .

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