Double joy! Vintage skiing and everyone’s favourite elephant, Babar! Swopping his bright green suit for some stylish 1930s ski threads, he looks just as much at home on the snow as he does in the city. This image was saved from a gorgeous Babar calendar that my sister gave me back in the 1980s. I’ve been a fan for a while now…
That can’t have been too comfortable for baby Babar nestled up with a pair of sticks and skis in that rucksack. This cute little book was lovingly battered and abused by, presumably, Andrew and Lorraine.
Loving the chunky jumper and natty little red cap which matches his skis. Hope there are some plasters in that vintage rucksack… Maybe a few lessons would be a good idea – though this looks more like a baby Babar here.
And it’s not long before he’s jumping! Little game for the little ones – how many S’s can you see in this picture?
Multi-talented Babar speaks many languages but his mother tongue is French, of course. Jean and Laurent were father and son but it seems that it was Laurent’s mother, Cécile, who originally invented the stories which their father illustrated so charmingly. Laurent taught himself to draw Babar after his father died from TB at the tender age of 37. And Laurent’s brother, Michel – who was by then editor of French Vogue – oversaw the publication of all the Babar books which then followed.
Sometimes it gets tough out there. When Babar goes in search of Father Christmas, the journey is arduous and fraught with danger – not least from Santa’s protective elves. In fact, poor old Babar ends up in a bit of a hole.
Fortunately, he finds himself quite literally dropping in on Santa’s secret grotto where a warm welcome awaits our intrepid hero. And happily he lives to ski another day in another cool hat.