Washingmachine
Les laveries deviennent d’inépuisables sources d’images, des lieux de rencontre que hantent d’inaccessibles princesses. Par le hublot d’une machine, naïves, elles jettent leurs atours. Prisonniers du tambour, leurs corps impudiques s’étreignent et se recomposent. L’homme, à l’abri d’un écran asservi, s’abandonne devant la machine écumante qui recycle ses souillures.
Laundromats become inexhaustible sources of images, meeting places haunted by inaccessible princesses who naively throw their finery into machine portholes. Imprisoned by the drum, their shameless bodies embrace and re-form. Sheltered by a slave screen, the man lets himself go before the foaming machine that recycles his stains.
Laundromats become inexhaustible sources of images, meeting places haunted by inaccessible princesses who naively throw their finery into machine portholes. Imprisoned by the drum, their shameless bodies embrace and re-form. Sheltered by a slave screen, the man lets himself go before the foaming machine that recycles his stains.
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