Presenting the first instalment of an irregular series of neighbourhood moments.
Right now I’m getting money together for a new camera so you’ll have to forgive the vaguely nostalgic dates for a brief while.
This is artist/performer/defier of description, Yorgos Zafiriou. For years he’s amused himself by completely freaking me out (i.e. making me lose half my beer) with his creations. He’s fond of the sudden leap out of nowhere, the sinister growl over the shoulder, or the unexpected squirt of water from his ‘vagina’. This was his plastic surgery disaster look. He'd just worn it to some opening at the Museum of Contemporary Art at Circular Quay.
Stonewall Hotel, 2004
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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