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Shawn: Hey, at the end of the day, we all want to be Elisabeth Shue doing her opening credits thang in Adventures In Babysitting, but sadly, life comes with all manner of constraints. And really — isn’t this whole scene a testament to the defiance of the suffocating hedges of reality? The fact that the wall map — easily tacked-up but lacking the integral fourth corner — is deliberately left amiss is a blatant and flouting psychological giveaway; that an item that’s a fixture in rigid learning settings is so deliberately compromised says all you could ever want to know about the occupant. What else can you think when the walls are so utterly devoid of any other adornment and as bare as the exposed box spring? Weirdly, the entire room seems utterly out-of-time-place-context as well. The bed just screams halfway house — an incomplete border zone on the frustrating cusp of uncertain where-the-Hell-do-I-go-from-here imminence. Cabin-in-the-woods blanket and mismatched pillowcases? More like a cleaved psyche, with one self fighting in vain for respectability and the other just throwing up its hands in frustration. Ultimately, it’s the vintage ’60s-style Keds on the floor reveals that is not so much a physical locale as it is a netherwold zone accessible only by the ghost roads of the mind.
Not the best remake of David Bowie’s, The Man That Fell To Earth.
Shawn you ARE volatile! Box spring aside, we must give him one point for having a fitted sheet on his bed.
Darn it, I forgot to add.. “And then he kissed me.” Probably because that was the furthest thing from my mind.
i believe that the secret to thriving in a residence hotel is to go all Gypsy Garret on it.
pull that sad twin frame under the window like a daybed, put it on risers & skirt it. instant storage
heap on every vintage-inspired toss pillow you can find. that faux fur throw you spacebagged last year needs to be your blanket.
pile up the repro oriental rugs on the floor.
hang your little sister’s maxfield parrish posters on the wall.
break out the candlesticks.
put the shawls from your stevie nicks phase over everything else.
think purple, orange, green. gold and ivory.
you can’t overdo the tassles, fringe or paisley.
too much is not enough.
all that having beed said, o would that i could train my bed to reject incompatible suitors as forcefully as this one does. if i could, i’d still have a full set of fiestaware and half a dozen cashmere v-necks.
OK, it’s kind of hard for my eye to move away from that unsecured top left corner of that $2 map.
But that “blanket”? Looks like a scarf he stole from some poor old homeless woman. And note the months of dust accumulated on the fringes.
And then the front desk called, relaying the noise complaint from the apartment below.
“Um… I’m just moving some furniture,” said Ricky.
I believe what we have here is a rift in time and space casusing an area of anti-gravity directly through our subjects room. This would explain why the map which has come loose from the wall will not fall to the floor and also why our subject is floating carelessly above his bed.
That said… he needs colour on the walls and a new bedspread.
I’d fuck him.
I can’t believe that no one else has noted the enormous resale value of the white walls, versus the harvest gold, carrot-top-complementing electric blue, lilac or magenta + powder blue that we’ve seen here previously. Let alone all the suicide-inspiring wallpapers.
“Post-humus Dalian, Lucifer’s decent into Hell, after ejection from The Throne Room, with map.”
throne room? this place has an en suite bath?
THEY’RE HERE…..I’ve long advocated for GAY POLTERGEIST! Alas, a glimmer…
The room is fairly non-descript… mysterious illumination, mismatch sheets and horrible pillows.
I’m sorry fellas but this one is not what it seems. There’s something beautiful about this particular photo, deserving of being mounted on a gallery wall – with an obscene price attached to it!
if this is part of a muybridge series, i wanna see the flipbook.
One point that can be made here is that the designer hit the nail on the head when he/she chose an ‘institutional look’ bed for the client. It is difficult to design for someone who levitates. The more I look at this however, the more a part of me levitates with him.
This must be an screen test from the new upcoming Exorcist movie. Obviously the set decorators hadn’t done their work yet.
Looks like a budget recreation of a Ryan McGinley photograph
WOW! I never thought I would live long enough to see Anthony Newly’s “Stop the World I want to Get Off!” come to be a literal translation. This reminds me of the time Papaw’s still blew up behind the barn and there were dead chickens all over the place. Which, in turn, only brings the validity of the following to stare you in the face: “It’s all fun and games until someone shits on the game-board”.
And THE LORD said, “Sun, stand thou still over Ayalon”, and the speed of the Earth’s rotation abruptly came to a halt.
I work for Adobe, and thusly must recuse myself from comment.
I think it’s as clear as can be without an explicit label: what we’re presented with here is an homage to Paul Cadmus’s homage to Mantegna.
“if this is part of a muybridge series, i wanna see the flip book.” And with that comment, I title this (quite amazing) photo “A Gentleman’s Honor”.
Oh Silly Faggots:
This is a Kerry Skarbakka photo from the early 2000s. Not a good photo, but whatever: I guess it was intended as “art.”
http://www.skarbakka.com/