The Mystique of Miss.Tic Throughout Paris

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I’ve been attracted to graffiti art for a long time. Not the tags you see everywhere, but the ones from artists that show real talent.

The ones the taggers scrawl their names over just to piss me off.

I even proudly possess an original Keith Haring; taken from the New York subway way back when, by a gay Illustrator friend of mine who was in the know, and who left it to me later when he died of AIDS. I treasure it, and I don’t care that it’s never been authenticated. I know my barking dog’s pedigree.

When I first arrived in Paris I soon noticed the quirky, kinky stencil art of a graffiti artist who goes by the name of Miss.Tic; a play on words with mystique, something she holds dear.

I kept seeing them around the city, particularly in the Marais, and I photographed them whenever I could.

But mostly, I just admired them, and tried to figure out the cryptic messages associated with each image, which was often impossible as my French wasn’t nearly good enough at the time, particularly the nuances of French sexual slang.

That’s important because Miss.Tic is blatantly sexual, even more so when one learns that the hot looking babe in the images is none other than herself. She’s proud of herself and she’s loaded with attitude, just look at some of her messages.

“I don’t expect anything from love. It expects something from me.”

“Man is the past of woman.”

“Follow your desire so that you don’t meet up with it.”

“Do free shows have a price?”

She’s not quite mainstream yet, but she does have gallery shows, and a book (Parisienne, Ed. Diffusion Alternatives) and there’s even a rent-a-truck that uses one of her images, and I say good on you Miss.Tic, because in the beginning it was highly illegal what she did – defacing public and private property, even though now some people invite her to “deface” their walls.

I tried to meet her twice, once at an early gallery show, and once at a Virgin Megastore event, and both times she no-showed because she got word that the police would be there.

I suppose if I tried now, I could meet her. I just missed an opening she had almost in my neighbourhood at the Galerie Brugler-Rigali, 48, rue Sainte-Croix de la Bretonnerie in the 4th district.

But I think I’ll let her keep her Mystique for awhile longer and continue to try to fathom her poetic consciousness whenever I luckily bump discover one of her works.

David Tovey
David Tovey was born in small town Canada. He still considers himself a country boy at heart, but he's a cameleon and has been able to adapt to life in Paris, where he has lived for the past 23 years. He has traveled widely, and always listened to his inner voice saying, "Walk down this path," which has sometimes gotten him into predicaments.

He has worn many hats during his life, one of which was as a freelance journalist, and environmental columnist for the Globe an Mail newspaper in Toronto Canada.
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One Response to The Mystique of Miss.Tic Throughout Paris

  1. Cindy Carlsson January 4, 2013 at 7:51 pm #

    I’ve seen her work on the streets, but didn’t know anything about it. Thanks for the fun story!

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