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| Transfer x +. French
Transfer. From Pharmacy to Sex-Shop and back again. The live shows
round Les Halles or Pigalle surrounded their black-curtained facades
with light-box promises: skins of every colour: chocolate, blonde, eyes
closed, sexes open, which tumbled onto dank, night-time pavements. Not
and more in the France of Nicolas Sarkozy and Jacques Chirac's new
right. The sex shop facades are blank; but the pharmacies have become a
riot of flesh, arching bodies, sweat and sea-spray, creams applied,
oils massaged over golden pores. The visual transfer has a contrapuntal
rhythm in this series; once again the moral message is reduced to a
comically manichaean order of Good versus Evil. The State clean-up to
protect minors from images of nudity is powerless to contain the
overflow of desire as it spreads to reconquer new territory. |
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