Tuesday, April 11, 2017

B. Wurtz at Lulu


The American Gym Sock. Tied to teenage boys, normally repositories of filth, seed, and feet, normally locker room attire, a pubescent attire, pimples and athletics, is here given an absurdly fastidious clean, highlighting its cotton and comfort, restoring purity, virginal phallus and receiver of course. To say nothing of their wonkiness, bent, queer. The most apparent quality though always the cleanliness, cleanliness in the face of such plainness, fixated on such trivial details.

see too: “The Crack-Up” at Room East (B. Wurtz)