Tag Archives: celluloid
Splitting images, resurrection on a loop– Stripping for heaven. Advertisements
Bygone sorcery, fingertips emitting smoke– When arson was queen.
It is the first and lasting kiss of breathless lovers archived in a recursive loop, the stripping of cinema to its barest flammable proof.
Quartered and dissected in a recursive plunge, she, the candy striped It girl, fell from overexposed grace into a fractious spool of lost prints unclaimed.