Indiscriminate, Photography thoughts on January 25th, 2006 by escargot

This entry has nothing to do with the eroticism.

Well, kinda. Yesterday I watched an old erotic film. It had some very good symbolisms and sometimes managed the time in a semi-self destructive or maybe just risky way. Anyway, the thing is there’s a scene in the movie where a character says like 2 times “erotic” and then 2 times “eroticism” with an unforgetable accent and in less than 2 minutes. And the way he said it got marked on my brain… erotisc’i'ssm… eroti… sc’i'ssm.

And today, waiting for the second bus I need to take on my way home, was this Erotic shop in front of me, flashing lighting tubes, the highlights, the titles of the sections, the colors, the mannequins. Was like a Zoolander-trigger. I had to do something about it. Destroying it worked. As in, seeing it as something else.