By: Lucy Sante
I could call it my homage to the Weimar Republic.
It was like all the music we were listening to then compressed into a pill.
The ledger, for reasons of its own, just ordered me to start making collages again…
“Covers for a Series of Paperbacks, Moscow 1923”
The birds all came from a single article in an 1870s issue of HARPER’S…
A torn fragment I found in the dirt on the Place du Jeu de Balle in Brussels…
Weaponry, war between sexes, television culture, moral decay, and of course advertising…
A light bulb appeared directly over my head.
The blimp is unnerving.
A bulbous-nosed, leopard-spotted, tree-dwelling critter with a tail eight meters long.
We laughed and laughed, blissfully unaware we were getting an education.
Luc Sante on MEZZANINE