An imminent apocalypse is in the air, in the atmosphere: one which is both poetic and extravagant. One which is final; ultimate… and ultimately tender.

When the future is almost dead and the present is disjointed...
Let us have another round. Let us throw ourselves into the thick of it:
Let us no longer think
Stand up for something one last time
Dive into the simplest version of absurdity
Without a mask
Without vanity (It will no longer rescue us.)
In a worn-out aesthetic, where there are no longer any laws to answer to, empty shopping trolleys pass by, emptied of consumer products that only fill a physical place.
The transformation of this environment occupied by bodies, by stray - but free - objects creates space for a sleek and élégant form of recycling. This circus is a non-circus which expresses itself by its retranslation, by its own negation.