"VIRAL KILLER, QU'EST-CE QUE C'EST ? - part six" continues the tale of a stoned art student who unwittingly saves the world. Today's visual insiration comes from the talented Seth Scriver, whose amazing images are booby-trapped with warped brilliance.
Enjoy...
"This is how the world ends, this is how the world ends, this is how the world ends !!" a group of muscle-suited men chanted as they rickshawed a cabin on wheels up Granville Street. Dempsey couldn't believe his murky-red eyes and as he quickened his step to keep pace with the spectacle he found himself in the midst of a group of Quebec punk-rockers, homeless people, art students and a couple photographers who all trailed behind.
Six average sized men in body-builder suits sweated under the weight of their heavy plastic outfits. One of the men looked ready to faint as his face went through unique shades of red, but he continued to hustle and chant: "This is how the world ends, this is how the world ends, this is how the world ends !!"
Dempsey recognized one of the art students in the crowd from his first year Art History class.
"Hey, what's all the hubbub bub ?"
"Protest."
"What."
"What ?"
"What are they protesting ?"
"Beats me."
They stared at each other with stoned grins.
Suddenly the six men in plastic muscles came to a halt, bring the strange circus to a stop in front of the art gallery. A man in a hill-billy hat and beard crawled out of the cabin. "Our world is a changing !! We are here today to show you how. We are not magicians but you will be filled with awe !" He pulled out a shot gun from the shadows of the cabin and started firing at the men who had carted him up the road.
The handful of spectators scattered every which way but no sooner had the firing begun than the men in suits who had apparently been shot, stood up to the amazement of everyone.
"This is a political allegory. This is 'now' theater. This is culture jamming. This is a statement about change." The hillbilly took off his beard.
Dempsey, hiding behind a bush, couldn't believe his luck. Of all days to cut class, he had chosen the best. His cell rang and he remembered his appointment to meet with his roommate.
But he couldn't take his eyes off of what was unfolding in front of his eyes.
Enjoy...
VIRAL KILLER, QU'EST-CE QUE C'EST ?
"This is how the world ends, this is how the world ends, this is how the world ends !!" a group of muscle-suited men chanted as they rickshawed a cabin on wheels up Granville Street. Dempsey couldn't believe his murky-red eyes and as he quickened his step to keep pace with the spectacle he found himself in the midst of a group of Quebec punk-rockers, homeless people, art students and a couple photographers who all trailed behind.
Six average sized men in body-builder suits sweated under the weight of their heavy plastic outfits. One of the men looked ready to faint as his face went through unique shades of red, but he continued to hustle and chant: "This is how the world ends, this is how the world ends, this is how the world ends !!"
Dempsey recognized one of the art students in the crowd from his first year Art History class.
"Hey, what's all the hubbub bub ?"
"Protest."
"What."
"What ?"
"What are they protesting ?"
"Beats me."
They stared at each other with stoned grins.
Suddenly the six men in plastic muscles came to a halt, bring the strange circus to a stop in front of the art gallery. A man in a hill-billy hat and beard crawled out of the cabin. "Our world is a changing !! We are here today to show you how. We are not magicians but you will be filled with awe !" He pulled out a shot gun from the shadows of the cabin and started firing at the men who had carted him up the road.
The handful of spectators scattered every which way but no sooner had the firing begun than the men in suits who had apparently been shot, stood up to the amazement of everyone.
"This is a political allegory. This is 'now' theater. This is culture jamming. This is a statement about change." The hillbilly took off his beard.
Dempsey, hiding behind a bush, couldn't believe his luck. Of all days to cut class, he had chosen the best. His cell rang and he remembered his appointment to meet with his roommate.
But he couldn't take his eyes off of what was unfolding in front of his eyes.
posted by kevin spenst at 8:01 PM
1 Comments:
i love this one!! one of my favorites!!!
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