[an interview with Nana Rapeblossom}
Friday, January 15, 2010
They Don't Have a Name for it vol. 9
"When does art become crime? The line between fashion and porn is thinner than a single strand of bleached hair these days. In this fascinating vortex of techrotica, neo-hentai, torture porn, burlesque revival and post Suicide Girls fallout you will see the oiled nymphs, walking that bleached hair tightrope over an abyss of biblical debauchery. The immediacy of social networking systems and new communications technologies have utterly dissolved the safety nets. They have also made it easier for individuals to market themselves, dispelling the stranglehold of ad exec spin doctors and creating miniature vortices of panic in previously omnipotent industries. The Bacchanalian splendor of various entertainment technologies and emerging maverick fashion trends have invented a meat market of excess: An arena where it has become far easier to act on fantasies and push the boundary of acceptable experience due to these push-button technological advances. And so the rudder falls back to its original setting: impeccable taste. After years of having taste dictated to us by established media founts, we are now confronted by a host of self-invented individuals who are redefining the perimeters of dictated taste. Those who have a true sense of urgency about their tastes and a bibliophile’s obsessiveness have clarified the boundaries between those who pretend to knowledge and those who have earned the title through a slow accumulation of knowledge and experience. The average joe is learning about discernment from the fringe lunatic and carnival barker breaking the ’spell of sell’ brick by brick. And this radical redefinition has led to an intense expansion and exploration of subjects which the industries have always dubbed taboo. So when does exploration become violation? The final frontier for this question, however one cuts it, has always been either murder or rape - in their various forms. But these two cul-de-sacs lead to very different dead ends in the dark forest of social taboo. Murder is always defined by a death, and therefore has a material anchor. It’s easy to understand murder as an act. Rape, on the other hand, can be blurred and sometimes even deleted from memory. But the effects are always permanent. So lets now run a finger along the candy glazed razor’s edge of rape as a fashion statement."