The revamp of the roof of Placebo Gallery has turned into a major project, and a very rewarding one, at that… we’ll call it Roofland, from now on…… the latest acquisition for Roofland, is this awesome Mustang… Seri hopes to get it going, one day soon…… in the meantime, it’s a stunning photographic prop, as is the whole build…… Seri and I are loving Roofland (:
So… this guy came into the gallery today. He was drunk, loud, and abusive…… his manner was boorish and threatening…… he was yelling about the 5 litres of moonshine on his back, and how he consumed it each day. He was big, ugly, and smelly…
… Seri has 18 years karate training under her (black) belt. She is, pretty much, fearless. She is, also, though normally sweet and gentle, not a lady… she told him to ‘fuck off’… he looked into those liquid black eyes, and left.
So, Seri was on the roof of Placebo Gallery, talking to this guy about the dangerous asshole who is now running the most powerful country in the world… unfortunately for the guy talking to Seri, it’s the country he lives in… and I was trying to get some photo’s, when Seri and I realised that the roof of the gallery was 100% un-photogenic… so we did this to it…… we already had the grass in our inventory, and we’d recently seen the gorgeous old homestead at the store of someone who makes such cool things, so we went back and bought it…… and I whipped up the texture for the dirt, which I’m really pleased with, and presto!, the roof is now stunningly photogenic!
She was born in a village in the shadow of the ruins of an enormous, ancient, mental asylum. Some catastrophic horror had befallen the asylum a hundred years ago, the patients had all escaped, taking the materials to build her village from the ruins of the stricken edifice. She is the product of a long line of feral lunatics. The very air in the village seems to pulse with madness. She is determined not to succumb…… sometimes, when the madness becomes almost tangible, and she can feel it stroking her hair, she sings the magic songs the pixies taught her, when she was a baby, and they used to climb into her room at night; the power of the songs is strong, and it pushes the madness back, for a while…… unfortunately, lately, in the quite times, her left hand has begun sending her secret finger signals… this is not a good sign…… fortunately, when she goes down by the derailed train, and the metallic bulk of it’s gutted freight cars amplifies her signal, she can still clearly communicate with the aliens, who still tell her they will be here, soon, and everything will be fine…
Model: Emanuelle Courtois Location: Junk. Mainstore, Junk
Seri recently gave Emanuelle Courtoise a short, introductory tour of Placebo Gallery… … they spent a big chunk of that time lounging on Seri’s bear-skin rug.
Model: Emanuelle Courtois