Word: plasterers
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Greeks, it's not so ideal. They want the marbles back, and the New Acropolis Museum is an ingenious part of their lengthy campaign to retrieve them. It will display the Greek portions of the Parthenon frieze side by side with pale plaster copies of the portions in London, like empty chairs at a banquet table. Meanwhile, the Greeks have also proposed that the British Museum might simply lend them the Elgin Marbles for the official opening of the museum later this year. There's just one problem. The British Museum insists that Greece must first recognize, formally, that...
...present-day city in a different room. The more you look, the more you find. It is therefore a pleasure to find every detail of the show executed with precise care. The plastic frame holding a book’s slip-jacket is perfectly recessed into the plaster wall as it bends around a corner, for example, and the speakers which play a hopeful Latin tune about Caracas on repeat are hidden by beautiful wood grates.There are details like this everywhere through the exhibit, fingerprints left by Balteo Yazbeck’s personal touch. This is the intimacy afforded...
...tears and ruptures that commonly result. Actresses are prone to Chlamydia of the eye from the semen that is sprayed on their faces in a mocking and malicious spirit—one’s face is, after all, the place of personality, so what better thing to plaster over with ejaculate if the objective is degradation? Caldwell’s comparison to fast-food workers doesn’t quite hold up. Caldwell calls Dines’ anti-porn stance “a strange collision of puritanical morality and radical politics,” but Dines?...
...like "Look here, son, when I was in fourth grade, reading Crime and Punishment and doing analytic geometry, I tried getting high on ketamine and it seemed great, but let me tell you why it really wasn't"? I held Sasha's arm and watched his face as the plaster cast hardened. He was tripping, staring into the mystical middle distance, breathing deep and easy. Was this the face of the next Timothy Leary or Aldous Huxley? Was it my fault...
...then it was over. Boy, was I happy to see that first grimace of pain. The plaster was hard, the X-ray was good and the child prodigy was back. He was still a little groggy from the Versed, but there's a world of difference between the sleepy-drunk effects of that drug (it's in the valium family) and the floating, hallucinating, who-am-I? mystical effects of ketamine. As Sasha returned to normal I tested the nerve to his hand. "Do you feel me touching your fingers now?" I asked...