What am I looking at here in Peppermint Grove? Legs and a hose. Looks like a kind of verge brothel. A place of worship? By Reign of Error.
What am I looking at here in Peppermint Grove? Legs and a hose. Looks like a kind of verge brothel. A place of worship? By Reign of Error.
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Typical imperialist thinking which believes it can enter another culture like Peppermint Grove and impose Western dualisms like art/religion on discovered artefacts.
If you really want to understand the material culture of PG, you have to appreciate that most natives haven’t yet encountered the outside world yet, and so live a life unsullied by Big Brother, Coles, and taxes.
You should be ashamed, and get yourself an anthropology degree before writing again about strange lands.
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“The rich are different than you and me.”
“Yes, their verge collections have artistic merit.”
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Prix D’ Amour left over
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Yes yes this Tableau d’Verge is performance art where the performer remains hidden, the signifier and signified challenging passing garbos to re-examine their prior assumptions about Western Civilisation and inviting them to interact with the exhibit.
Of equal significance for the casual semiotist – the Peppermint tree in the background, in bondage to ensure it grows straight, nevertheless a kink remains just below the tie. A profound insight on nature v nurture showing the obvious influence of the new Drama teacher at school.
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To the mannequin born
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