...The ideal body; without flesh of any kind, old or young, beautiful or battered, scented or smelly; without movement, external or internal; without appetites...perhaps this was a model of what the body should be like from within. Not a place of fluids, organs, muscles, tendons, and bones all in a hallow, whited chamber, scraped clean, cleared of any evidence of the grotesque embarrassments of an actual life. No smells, no noises, no colour, no changing from one state to another and the uncertainity that comes with it; no exchanges with the outside world and the doubt and the dirt that goes with that, no eating, no drinking, no pissing, no shitting, no sucking, no fucking, no nothing...
Baechelor
Chromophobia, 18

Cherry, vanilla, flavors its a virtue/
They, lovin, lip gloss universal
Lil' Mama

Lips (from the Lips&Nips Series)
6 8x10 glossies

Look at how plump and slick these fuckers are, these hyper pixelated point and shoot captures of wealth, aspiration and desire. The eyes are supposed to be the window of the soul, and it must be kind of true, because black out sunglasses exist, and are made iconic for their blocking powers. But lips, lips tell different stories. You walk by them while they advertise cosmetics, perfume, clothing, television. The desire is masked more easily, but it still exists. Though through printing and photoshopping the appetite and desire seems unattached to bodies. I want to notice how plump, how gorgeous, how pink, and how succulent they are in their artifice.

One of the ways of noticing this is the extreme cropping, and by concentrating only on one part, it becomes a literal fetishism. By making them 8x10 glossies, i am bringing the mythology of corporate Hollywood, and making it small, immediate, personal. In this way, it becomes a performative gesture connecting being immeresed in the culture of the street, and the waters of Babylon.