I lay here, streshed in a plastic chair, and I'm looking at a slow and hessatative choreography of worn down bodies. Everybody dressed in white swimming gear, a white robe, white slippers. All hair and body without colour. Men and women exchangable. Their identity remained at home or here in the guest room. I stare at a covered, gone wild, terrarium of misogeny. A mise-en-scéne of tropical plants and meandering concrete swimmingpool.
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I lay here, streshed in a plastic chair, and I'm looking at a slow and hessatative choreography of worn down bodies. Everybody dressed in white swimming gear, a white robe, white slippers. All hair and body without colour. Men and women exchangable. Their identity remained at home or here in the guest room. I stare at a covered, gone wild, terrarium of misogeny. A mise-en-scéne of tropical plants and meandering concrete swimmingpool.
Roughly translated offcourse.
Despoilah 1 year ago
Beautiful video of Hans Op De Beeck's work. Music matches well to the pictures.
I love.
I only wish I could understand the text at the end of the film...
MadameCoccinella 1 year ago
I need to know the name of this song. Great Hans!!
Mononucleosica 3 years ago