A mighty forlorn scene you seem to have captured here, Mr. Mike — about as listless as stills can be. The dreck of boobtube “culture” firmly in the foreground seems a pointed remark on the Darwinism of modern media, all but an epitaph on the quiescent live performers. The stockinged feet lolling on the chairs are perhaps the only glimmer of life here, though themselves seemingly flattened by inertia.
A mighty forlorn scene you seem to have captured here, Mr. Mike — about as listless as stills can be. The dreck of boobtube “culture” firmly in the foreground seems a pointed remark on the Darwinism of modern media, all but an epitaph on the quiescent live performers. The stockinged feet lolling on the chairs are perhaps the only glimmer of life here, though themselves seemingly flattened by inertia.
Comment by adam — October 16, 2006 @ 7:44 am