foreigners everywhere

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Rainer Werner Fassbinder in “Fassbinder” (Annekatrin Hendel, 2015)

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Allen Frame

‘Achilles, Frank and Linda’ New York 1985

‘Butch and Frank’ Berlin 1984

‘Icicles’ Nizhny Novgorod, Russia, 2003

‘Swimmer’ Mississippi, 1997 Pensacola, 1995

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...we keep on living, imagining, making, fucking, and we fight this society to death.

Kathy Acker 'A Few Notes on Two of My Books' 1989.

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feeling inspired by the women that challenge the system ✊🏻

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Claire Fontaine at t293 gallery in Rome. 

Untitled (Fresh Monochromes) are eternally fresh paintings realized with anti-climb paint that never dries and is commonly applied on walls and fences to mark and deter the thief or the potential intruder with a stain that materializes his guilty intentions on his body. The choice of using this type of paint on the canvases transforms them into potentially aggressive objects for the viewer, compromising the domesticity that makes paintings the easiest artworks to live with on a daily basis. The colours of the paintings are determined by the three colours of paint existing on the market.

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The possibilities of a revolutionary practice are already in front of us. It is a matter of penetrating the surface of our reality which appears to be so neutral and free of interest. At the same time, we can feel a spectral hand making us behave in a certain way. The hand of the normalisation process that does not let things get disrupted. The means to disturb this neutrality might be extremely simple; from talking to making noise, from acting different than usual to being utterly honest, from saying the most intimate things in public to being totally quiet when you should be having fun. To stop being so self-conscious about your reputation could also help. Surely it would mean to give up at least momentarily the restrictions of being the ‘yourself' of MySpace and Facebook. Why not become someone else? Fuck knows who, perhaps The Stranger.

Mattin ‘Against Representation: A Revolution in Front of You” 2010

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I'm so unbearably desirous needy I can't think about art. Who can think about art in this miserable city? I think about sex so much my art must be sex. I think about sex all the time, and I try to stop myself. I tell myself I have to be stronger. I'm alone. I should revel in my loneliness. I'm in pain. I should revel in my pain. I shouldn't want to be with another person so much.

Kathy Acker 'The Adult Life of Toulouse Lautrec by Henri Toulouse Lautrec' 1978.

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I'm sick of this society. "Earn a living" as if I'm not yet living; lobotomised and robotised from birth, they tell me I can't do anything I want to do in the subtlest and sneakiest way possible. They want to erase all possible hints that I've been born. I have two centres: love and my desire to sleep. I want only the moving toward exaltation, opening toward and becoming other people; the exaltation, then nothing, until it starts again. People are unused to love because they don't go far enough. As far as possible, and farther, into their intuited desires.

Kathy Acker 'Life of the Black Tarantula' 1973.

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baby

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please

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Pretty much only took photos of water when i was in NZ

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Love is!