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Planetenwesen II
Deidre sighed as she put her crisp white Tyvek overall on, ready to go to sleep. She was staying at her grandmother's house and, looking around in the small guestroom, she saw a stack of old magazines dating from the 70's and 80's -of the last century, you understand.
Leafing through them she got more and more excited as she noticed Berlin punks, Michael Jackson with the chimpanzee Bubbles, pictures of Disneyland -she just loved Minnie Mouse and Steven Spielberg movies. Even drawings of the dinosaurs and brain scans collected from hospital screenings seemed fun to her than the bleakness of fashion surrounding her the last decennia. Deidre wanted colour, texture, glamour, sleaze, honesty, craftsmanship and extravagance –and, if possible,... [more] |
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