Toilet accidents.
Fata Morgana| N° d'inventaire | 23632 |
| Format | 14 x 22 |
| Détails | 96 p., paperback. |
| Publication | Saint-Clement-de-Rivière, 2017 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782851949851 |
(...) a small phenomenology of which I have proposed to sketch a draft on the subject of clothing. It may seem excessively subjective but, being directly related to a particular experience, it seems to me that it can make a modest contribution to a more in-depth study of the phenomenon.
One of the aims of this work was to make more prudent, without them taking offense, all those whom accidents - namely those of the toilet (For fate is sibylline like a sphinx and more cunning and more lively than a weasel) - risk striking one day in their flesh or in their soul: a shoelace that trails (one runs) could cause a tragedy; a zipper gapes or suddenly gets stuck, and soon one finds you looking like an equivocal character. But my theme also encompasses, more broadly, it seems to me, everything that holds together, to put it briefly, the Universe - which multiplies the hitches in its journey towards the end that it forgets, as if the anomaly, part of a larger project, in being born corrects itself.
Little by little, it is a question of what caparison us, of what the cast-off lays bare or covers in its incarnations.
(...) a small phenomenology of which I have proposed to sketch a draft on the subject of clothing. It may seem excessively subjective but, being directly related to a particular experience, it seems to me that it can make a modest contribution to a more in-depth study of the phenomenon.
One of the aims of this work was to make more prudent, without them taking offense, all those whom accidents - namely those of the toilet (For fate is sibylline like a sphinx and more cunning and more lively than a weasel) - risk striking one day in their flesh or in their soul: a shoelace that trails (one runs) could cause a tragedy; a zipper gapes or suddenly gets stuck, and soon one finds you looking like an equivocal character. But my theme also encompasses, more broadly, it seems to me, everything that holds together, to put it briefly, the Universe - which multiplies the hitches in its journey towards the end that it forgets, as if the anomaly, part of a larger project, in being born corrects itself.
Little by little, it is a question of what caparison us, of what the cast-off lays bare or covers in its incarnations.