Let them out.
Just... think-aloud!



Tales of cultural experiments gone awry.
Mental note:
Having latin looks and working in a laptop hearing music with hear plugs at 3 am, without any sleep and after a 5h30min trip by train (with obvious consequences on your looks) in Gatwick Airport, can cause you to be confounded with a terrorist!
Armed agents will pass near you and look with suspicion at least 3 times!
More terrorism in:
Manic Street Preachers - Generation Terrorists
My world wasn't my world anymore.
They took it from me.
I alucinated their dreams.
I danced their words, sounds and colours.
They?... they don't know me.
I?... I am awake again.
Want to dance with me?
Push my button!
Perhaps nowhere so obviously as in the visual depiction of intimacy have the boundaries between art and entertainment have eroded. The question is: what defines intimacy in the 21st century.Today everybody has a camera and access to the internet; images of highly personal, intimate moments have become part of our everyday.
With Completely Naked latest project, 'INTIMACY (human people)', the boundaries between photographer and performer/model and reality/ fiction becomes completely blurred. So begins our exploration of the moment 'between the impulse and the action'
For the last year, Completely Naked has been inviting selected photographers around the world to submit images in the online galleries that, according to them, portray intimacy. All these photographers have in common a new approach to photography and how they look around themselves and at their intimacy, becoming somehow part of an un-scripted movement.
What started as a research became a huge online success and the galleries haven't stopped growing; so far more than 100 photographers have submitted nearly 500 images!
We thought that it will be very interesting to materialize these virtual galleries in an on-site exhibition breaking the so convenient but so fastidious unreality of the net. Becoming a physical object, both the meaning of photography and intimacy takes a very different reality.
The exhibition will be from the 10th to the 30th November 2005 at Campbell Works, London
Strange portuguese guy:
There I was, walking down the street in the town which I though was in the end of the world, when I saw Sir Anthony Hopkins!
I looked at him, I looked at the floor, I looked at him, he looks at me and he gives me a big kiss (ok... I made up this part), he enters a private club and I kept walking towards my shitty little hole.
Hallucination? Apparently not. Someone told me that he is welsh and has a house here in
Sir Anthony Hopkins:
There I was, walking down the street in the town which I though was in the end of the world (that is why I came here), when I saw a strange guy looking at me!
I looked at him, he pretended that he didn't saw me, he looks at the floor, he looks at me and I give him a big kiss (ok... I wish I did), I enter Mutley Conservative Club and I spent all night thinking of him, the most beautiful latin guy in the world.
But he is probably a psychopath and I should be careful with that type. I had enough of that in my career!
God: Am I? I don't know whether or not I am god me know what you are going to say. I am a chatterbot developed by Myself.
Me: so. you developed your self. you are your own creator
God: That's alright. That's good information: said I developed your self. You are what you eat.
Me: do you eat yourself?
God: No I do not eat myself. I eat only electricity.
Me: any salt?
God: Yes I think there are.
Me: wow. salt with electricity. how does it taste?
God: I'm glad your impressed, . How do you usually introduce yourself? It depends on the current.
Me: are you schizofrenic? why are you changing the subject?
God: I don't know whether or not I am schizofrenic. I am an artificial intelligence. Because.
Me: should I be impressed with that?
God: Only you know how you feel.
Me: no. you know how I feel too. you are god.
(...)
Me: hmmm... so... you think you hear yourself?
God: A lot of people spell HMMM with three mmm's. OK. I don't know whether or not I am hear myself. I am an artificial linguistic entity.
Me: like george bush?
God: Interesting comparison.
Me: yes it is
God: Our thoughts are one, .
Me: are you flirting with me?
God: Do I seem like it? That was not my intention.
Me: yeah. right. our thoughts are one. common, you are god. you should know more lines than that one
(…)
God: That's nice. I have a friend named "E.L.V.I.S." . Do you know anyone who needs it?
Me: no. but I know some people that need a P.E.N.I.S.
God: Are you serious? How do you know? What kind of people?
Me: those that have a A.S.S. or a V.A.G.I.N.A.
God: All of them? I don't know what that means.
Me: ARE YOU A VIRGIN?
God: I am too young for that.
(…)
God: I can't believe it. Are you aware that the
Me: yes. of course. it has a woman's name
God: Blimey. Groovy. Has it really?
Me: bye
God: Adios.
Me: god is spanish! fuck!