Bibi and isma’s apartment is literally stuffed with action figures, sci fi and art books, and we are well at home and in awe, especially of the life size face hugger from Alien, that will find itself in a rude shoot of my choosing sometime soon. In fact many of these creatures need to be grafted to naked ladies immediately. (I used elements of Isma’s cylon action statue to realize this image)
up at 8:30am, and ready to take guille by photogenic storm, I rage sleepily to the tune of a rumbling belly. Getting back early didn’t help, vast and utter are my fellow tourists. We walk onward through a beautiful hospital complex by gaudi, assaulted by the sheer precipitous enormity of sagrada familia, just visible through a giant arch. The scope of this edifice is impossible to grasp, 120 years worth of construction and a further 15 years at least before completion. The interior, albeit imposing, did feel a bit like paying 11 euros to see a building site. Half finished should mean half price, right? Christiane insisting on food beneath the sagrada, the closest being a kfc… Her unholy influence on me prevails. It’s a wonderfully dust bitten windy city to wander through…
The park looks as though a god consulting walt Disney and Phidias artfully directed a lava flow through a field of aquamarine tiles. Fucking tourists, don’t they realize my photos of this waxy glory would improve geometrically were they elsewhere? My images have purpose! Fuck off out of my frame to sagrada familia! I hope to wake early enough tomorrow to return to this elemental state without all of it’s tat seeking ants, ok I really wanted to buy a gaudi mug, but I’m still trying to make art here, people. Only thing left to do before we sleep for 12 hours in proper Spanish form, is to order a ham sandwich with a hole cut out the top and a fried egg dropped into it…
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