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YOU'RE TIRED OF BLADING, TREKKING, JOGGING, RAFTING...TRY
SNAKING
New York, Central Park,
on Sundays, a cround of bodies and fashion styles...
Ice skates on feet, skulls designed like helmets with implemented mirrors
everywhere, that allow "surround" vision, 360°... Coloured
outfits that project this sort of language, reserved only to persons in
the know, just like Indian tribal war paintings; music diffused by bony
conduction, walkman helmets stuck into people's ears, and when the music
stops, we find them all surprised to still be hearing acoustically...and
then, we remember the report broadcasted the night before on CNN, which
showed GI rangers on Saoudian sand: and finally, the ground and trashes
are so ransacked by the bums, that we feel like we are stepping on their
culture and their afternoon snacks.
So anyway, SNAKING, which would consist of crawling in precisely designed
clothing in order to live what we see, no longer having to ask ourselves
"Am I dreaming?" is waiting to be played and enjoyed.
One's legs are envelopped in a long tail that's seeled with a bell, like
the bell on a joker's hat or a rattle snake. One's arms are protected
by elbow pads made from pieces of mountain bike tires; and the suit itself
is designed like a wet suit. The look of the Snaker is based or comparable
to mermaids or even snakes, from where it gets its name.
Just like Serge Daney said about the movies Grand Bleu, Palombella Rossa
and The Abyss, "l'eau comme metaphore du social et l'individu moderne
comme petit baigneur" (water as a metaphore for society and the modern
individual like a little swimmer). So let's get out of the water and get
back on land...and try SNAKING! why not? again, why not?
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