sheila and the statues

interesting fashion photography from the 1980s by sheila metzner.
somehow some of them remind me of paradjanov films or other armenian or byzantine art. then there´s something monumental-stalinist about them, elements of "hyperreal" (eco) kitsch and "last year at marienbad" vibes. there´s also this such brilliant scene in "shadows" by cassevetes where the gang is in the museum park hanging by the statues.
and then there is a lovely film "les statues meurent aussi" by alain resnais and chris marker (what a title!).
somehow so inexplicably arousing seeing statues and people together.

conspiracy art

mark lombardi



solar anus

Everyone is aware that life is parodic and that it lacks an interpretation.
Thus lead is the parody of gold. Air is the parody of water. The brain is the parody of the equator. Coitus is the parody of crime.

They can very well try to find each other; they will never find anything but parodic images, and they will fall asleep as empty as mirrors.

The sea continuously jerks off.

Nothing has meaning unless it be fiction.

(george bataille)