Sunday, May 21, 2006

Retail Store Flashers






























product: THE BODY
made by: Andrea Pazienza
category: dadà body

Il corpo è per l’artista un Teatro di Operazioni, l’ambito di una ricerca, un modello sempre a portata di mano e a buon mercato, un Robot, l’avvio d’una investigazione, la verifica del gesto, il veicolo dell’Arte e le arti altre. Perciò, io non amo il mio corpo in quanto di serie A, ma per la tenerezza che mi fa quando mi saluta denutrito un mattino allo specchio che non mi guardavo da molto tempo. I muscoli drappeggiati come veline sulle ossa.
Il giorno dopo l’espressione del mio corpo è cambiata, totemica, o vetro senza speranze, ma mai più giovane come una volta, unless substantial lead a life that I get fat and underlying psychological health, but I inurbana face, yes. (...)
I appreciate most overdressed but I tend to end up in his underwear in the first game of the bottle, or at the first hint of warm weather. Belle
my hands, for which I abhor heavy or dangerous work.
and shoulders. The winter skin color is olive oil, india is a very dark summer. Overall, I am always a hair under weight and also in tone, it must be said that the whole body is attached.
(Andrea Pazienza *)

* "The body is for the artist" wise adapted from Andrea Pazienza, "PAZ" Einaudi

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Grinnall Scorpions For Sale



prodouct: PURPLE
Made in: F.na Francavilla (TOAST)
category: les passantes # 02 (or so)

There is, in my country, a Cinderella with thin hair long long long hair almost to his waist on a painstaking and grace of a little white face neck quickly. Face reddened lips and hair combs armies, big eyes and lashes tired timid behind the fringe damn speechless, fringe suffragette Tops, weigh your lashes and draw precious eyes, blinking, the perimeter of the royal circles and "Cimmeria fog" . A face from the kidnap
blow up a body depleted eyes.
I would only feedback of looks and I hope you know it, I'm sorry if I introduce unexpected result one day. Do you scrutinize, you do not know. Yesterday she wore a wool poncho with a superb lace, as a counterpart to hate your pants ... almost everyone. This warning does not apply to jeans that match your nature with lips swollen and red ... those jeans grace acre from best friend, passed over by walls and playgrounds across the street.
Also you encounter just after midnight at times to be silent and a sentimentalist importunate lazy. I did not hurry. For now, enough of that lady. How old are you? My sister does not know dartene.
dartene I do not know anyone, unripe fruit.
(Erik Chilly)

Sunday, May 7, 2006

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product: Ennio Morricone "A lizard with the skin of a woman "" Dangerous Diabolik "" violent city "
... and any other production of the composer who is at the turn of the '60s and '70s (" Veruschka, "" The Bird with the Crystal Plumage "). From the mathematical research noisy experimentation (already with the Improvisation Group New Consonance) dissolved in the more tense as the psychedelic funk of low crime and beat times. And the sighs and orgasmic falsetto Edda Bear have nothing to envy the French gainsbourghiane lolitas. And hypnosis drips like sweat or blood ... tense tense tense. And the psychological thrillers and I polizziotteschi pulp horror and erotic become the "soundtrack" low-definition graphics of hearing loss of balance.

Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Dirt Bikeand Birthday Cake



prodouct: AURORA
Made in: F.na Francavilla (TOAST)
category: les passantes # 01

Aurora has not yet given consideration to the eighth grade, for the last candle on the cake was barely thirteen.
lips puff of pink vanity that let you get bored in 13 years only. Red cheeks ... I can imagine tremendous detail for a child. At least I hope. Obviously white skin, please. Yesterday
stall on the course before it is presented to a birthday party (peers at last) and its expression was forced to a press release at all discrete choice of boredom in the closet. Gas puffing tobacco, as if boredom was the prerogative of adults only, than to be attained as soon as the first shots drowned cigarette today and tomorrow virginity.
Aurora has big eyes, hypnotic and immature. Parted lips even if closed. Yesterday would honor its devoted girlfriends (a circle of peers over which it exercises a delicate charm reckless and haughty: ambassador of pre-adolescence in the temples of adults, Aurora), a skirt to lose balance and sense of limits. ALTERED, how much malice and perversion by Nabokov also confusing (or perhaps to make him vomit) if only he could.
Entering the charts of The Hole at 13 and sip the greetings and pull the wait. Mine too. Thirteen years. Damn. It is rhetoric that beauty did not register, but the aesthetic semiotics (ah ah) erotica dovrebbero imporre limiti d’età; un calmiere sociale contro la concorrenza spietata e una festa di primavera ufficiale con rito d’iniziazione all’età adulta. Censura… si impone censura a interni coscia e labbra di sospiri e palpebre pulsanti e fianchi di burro e cuscinetti di fiore.
Barba in barba bà bà ballè chè la meraviglia di Aurora è tremenda. Salutami.
“È la mia lettera d’amore se ti basta. Tu ti basti.”
(Erik Chilly)