When I was on exchange in Barcelona (oh, I sound like such a wanker - but since I'm currently sitting in the lobby of my 5-star resort in Kota Kinabalu waiting to check in, I guess I am a wanker) as part of the arts festival there was a Jan Fabre exhibit and also performances of his "Je Suis Sang" production. My main recollection of the exhibition was lots of dead beetles (never would make it to Australia - customs issues) and my recollection of Je Suis Sang is women naked except for white y-fronts stained with menstrual blood.
Is it bad this kind of creeps me out. :)
I don't like this. creeps me out. why the nipple!!??
do his nips say "no wife...no kids"?smart man.
Ya-hahaaa-ha!! That's the way to go. Happy week, J. - who knows, you might find an nipple tattoed artist...
I could see this being one of those "Mugshot Hall of Fame" photos.
Was I supposed to crack up at this?! Because I did.
I'd like to rename it, Escape of the Nipples.
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