Visual Art Nov 22, 2017 at 4:00 am

Our Love of Plastics Has Become a Dirty Fetish

The art installation Motelscape ought to ignite a pornographic shame.

Leah St. Lawrence
Mount Analogue has been converted into a neon-dripping hotel room. Courtesy of the Artist (Marina Fini)
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I don't know whether Charles Webb or Calder Willingham are to celebrate--but that line from "The Graduate" rings among the most true in the history of cinema.
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