I admit the guy (Justin) asked for it. But I think he never dreamt, as a drama teacher, he would obtain such a perfect surrealistic happening, and with such a resounding success.
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I don’t want to be a party-pooper, and maybe it’s because I trashed my tv-set, got rid of magazines, radio, more than 20 years ago, — I almost never listen to them things, forcément, except sometimes, occasional clips on internet, just strolling through the souk.
BUT. Ouate de phoque is wrong, really, about having some inoffensive deep bold black stuff all over one’s face ? Black people do, don’t they? I admit it’s usually not straight deep shoe-polish-like black, it’s usually softer and brownish, most of the time very far from blackness itself, — but nonetheless.
All that hoopla about Justin’s Black Face… Just an impression I have, but I think mass of people are involved, — it could be through the action of some kind of malicious collective massmedia-induced hypnosis, — mass of people seem to be involved in some kind or surrealistic collective raving party taking place down at the bottom of the pit of Alice in Wonderland, minds filled with powerful opioids. Justin included, as the childish apprentice sorcerer caught in his own bubble by a brownish lui-même. Click on illustration.
Meanwhile, maybe should we more carefully check the chemical contents of our tap water?
Among other things.
PS. More I watch the farce, more I see the whole event as some kind of collective delirium tremens. Done : They all live in a drunken yellow submarine. All faces, black or not. With real “color” or applied painting, no matter the shades of the skin, natural or artificial. All mentally tata.
Rimbaud would make a paragraph out of the whole folly, include it in A Season in Hell — and then burst into laughters, trying to light his pipe and take a break.