"Fashion is a vampiric thing, it’s the hoover on your brain. That’s why I wear the hats, to keep everyone away from me. They say, ‘Oh, can I kiss you?’ I say, ‘No, thank you very much. That’s why I’ve worn the hat. Goodbye.’ I don’t want to be kissed by all and sundry. I want to be kissed by the people I love."
Marcin Bialas is a Polish artist who’s specialized in etchings and drawings in black an white. Among his large production, a recurring theme is dissected buildings and surreal constructions, such as infinite staircases and labyrinthine interiors, an atemporal combination of G.B. Piranesi and Brodsky/Utkin prints. The structures seem unfinished, yet already in ruin, able to plunge the viewer into an uncomfortable feeling. Somewhere between nightmares and theatrical settings, Marcin Bialas’ retro drawings explore the dramatic potential of different projections and points of view.
The Nameless Man (Formerly know as Claus Beck-Nielsen) at his own funeral - Copenhagen, 2011
"Le cheval d’orgueil". Photographed by Marie-Amélie Tondu for Blast Magazine
s/o to my boss who is trying to get me to work a 12 hour shift in a fucking kitchen when I have a 104 degree fever and just got back from the hospital and can’t fucking walk more than 20ft