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Mobil'Homme | "Handsome as a cat that would be as pretty as a steak" | Visual © David Noir

Handsome as a pussy...

who would look as good as a steak!

Mobil'Man | "Handsome as a pussy that would be beautiful as a steak" | Visual © David Noir
Mobil'Homme | "Handsome as a cat that would be as pretty as a steak" | Visual © David Noir

Appetite and voracity for representations of sex in all its forms

It's very beautiful, I think, a mask like that, you see; as beautiful as any work of art; it's known as a ready-made. The particular thing is that it's real. Not just a concept. Well, it's not ready-made anymore, because it's not presented outside its primary function. It's even the opposite. I only present it for that. To enhance its function. I don't want to be bothered with commedia dell'arte and ritual masks and the beauty of the beauty of the beauty, what! Plastic is an art, all the more subversive because it's polluting, no kidding! But be careful with latex, it's all natural. Including the ammonia we put in it; like in the urea of urine.

Yes, it's beautiful like a cat that would be beautiful like a steak. The desire, the appetite for beauty, is the same thing. What we find beautiful, to our taste, is only what we would like to devour. All the reds of the world are those of the mucous membranes and of the flesh. All the gaping mouths are our orifices. There is nothing we can do about it. It's not even psychoanalysis; much better, it's reality.

Somewhere floats the red hat of Commander Couche Tôt. In the name of ecology, he and his team harpoon sharks like Captain Ahab harpooned his white whale. Look Ahab, another king of Israel who always prostrates himself in Zion.

If I was in front of the shark's jaws, maybe I'd want the help of his harpoon. Always the same story. Seen from near or far. Always stuck there between reality and its representations. Here is Zion again.

Between my reality and yours. Between our representations. We like the police to be rescued when we've been really scared. When they look at you like a piece of brainless junk with their cold stare, that's another story.

Both feet in how many clogs? Or straight in the boots?

A way to take the plunge, with a good foot and a good eye.

The fantasy of righteousness and the shame of not achieving it. Not even close, huh?

David Noir

David Noir, performer, actor, author, director, singer, visual artist, video maker, sound designer, teacher... carries his polymorphous nudity and his costumed childhood under the eyes and ears of anyone who wants to see and hear.

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