Bref, it's quite a struggle when all of a sudden your life pivots and you realise that instead of being an art critic or a curator, you want to be the artist. Case in point: Moi in the context of these past 6 or so mois. And I know that my attempts on an artistic career won't probably come into play so soon (no artist residency in line, no exhibition in line... exhibition-"s" would be too ambitious for someone like me at this point, several rejected project proposals- check, lack of audience and visibility- hypercheck, null artist CV- check, and a whole ra-ta-ta-ta of close to death struggles of an artist both self-made and induced by his environment). So, silver lining here should be something superficial and I thought of how about an artist profile photo. And such profile photo would come in handy if I was part of a biennale catalogue or my own catalogue at my own imaginary exhibition. What better way to have it than in my default blanc et noir, non?
So, where to take these suspended impulses to be an artist? Par ailleurs, suicide can be categorised as performance art but in any case, I wouldn't want just one thing to be my claim to fame. Now, I try to return to my superficial ways in an attempt to survive and cope up with my pointless existence (but I really have no intentions to sound so existential). Maybe I'll sound funnier in the coming days... my head's too cluttered with that dark sort of mélodrame at this point... so let's see!
Lunettes: Tom Ford, veste de smoking: H&M, chemise: Debenham's, ceinture: Paul Smith, jean: Topman.
Photo: Claire Villacorta.