Eros Death # 2

I remember a fantastic conversation with the godfather of the (fill the blank; nude/erotic/pornographic) photography in California about his work. In the most youthful smile that I've ever seen, he said; "we just had fun and we were happy"..

It was the 60's, and his pictures are fulfilled by smiling and laughing faces. Meadow, beaches, californian homes, with flashy colors and bright cinematic lights. Something accessible for everyone, just a bit of excitement and a slice of fantasy... For the fun, 50 years later, without regarding the act itself I just can see cocaine eyes in glaucous indoors, the anger and the sadness in the faces and the violence of the bodies. No matter what they show or what they do it's just aggression and a struggle for the dominant place. The bodies seem to reject everything or act without heart and soul.. Just a fight, in the big wave of the pre trans/post-humanismrather, a boon for the market of the newtechnologies and the materialization of our mind.

Maybe we have created here another fertile soil for the global blindess.

 

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