Real artists don't talk to the world
Artists, the real ones who would have something to say, hate the world and won't say anything to it, right? And it's much better that way, isn't it?
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Artists, the real ones who would have something to say, hate the world and won't say anything to it, right? And it's much better that way, isn't it?
One morning, or rather one night, a new blog was born in my little family of sites, a messed-up blog, designed to collect spelling mistakes with a ladle.
Empirical excavations reveal the root system of David Noir Production. Between the tortuous roots and the brambles are articles.
I am thinking this morning of André Lazare, of his beautiful wife Patricia, of some of the members of the small team he had gathered around him.
Even if it is dangerous to understand it literally, the Amok is nevertheless a phenomenon on which the being in search of itself must lean
A handful of love for a handful of euros | I like to conceive relationships in the light of a consensual, fair and shared prostitution
In April 2013 at the Générateur, I invite you to discover this universe, to come and play and to evolve without any limit between being a spectator or an actor.
From the theatre to the Internet, it is a question of extending the stage to the Web, of interpreting the Web as an extension of the stage, of playing one's role online.