Pretentious bollocks
Possibly the worst event I ever went to was an evening of turntablists in London. The lights went down, the first guy put a cymbal onto a turntable, dropped the needle on it and left it making screeching noises for ten minutes.
When the lights came up, half the audience had snuck out.
What's the most pretentious rubbish you've ever been to see in the name of art?
( , Wed 28 Sep 2005, 14:19)
Possibly the worst event I ever went to was an evening of turntablists in London. The lights went down, the first guy put a cymbal onto a turntable, dropped the needle on it and left it making screeching noises for ten minutes.
When the lights came up, half the audience had snuck out.
What's the most pretentious rubbish you've ever been to see in the name of art?
( , Wed 28 Sep 2005, 14:19)
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I work in a translation agency and below is part of one of the translations we have just done for a client:
The blatant discrepancies dominate masterfully like a mild vertigo. A cinematic ambiance is immediately noticeable. David Lynch and Dario Argento come to mind for those who penetrate into this chocolate-dominated space which expresses an asserted sensuality and an affirmed radicalism.
Its a fucking shop! OK, it's a designer clothes shop in Paris but still, a SHOP although apparently, they prefer to use the term 'boutique'
First against the wall...
( , Fri 30 Sep 2005, 8:47, Reply)
I work in a translation agency and below is part of one of the translations we have just done for a client:
The blatant discrepancies dominate masterfully like a mild vertigo. A cinematic ambiance is immediately noticeable. David Lynch and Dario Argento come to mind for those who penetrate into this chocolate-dominated space which expresses an asserted sensuality and an affirmed radicalism.
Its a fucking shop! OK, it's a designer clothes shop in Paris but still, a SHOP although apparently, they prefer to use the term 'boutique'
First against the wall...
( , Fri 30 Sep 2005, 8:47, Reply)
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