I’m not Quasimodo and I’m not Esmeralda but sometimes they make love and it’s a foxy kind of love
I’m not Quasimodo and I’m not Esmeralda but sometimes they make love. It’s hard to bear either Quasimodo or Esmeralda… Maybe I wish to be both. Both of these characters carry distinguishable shells and both are imprisoned in their own identity. Sometimes your skins are too heavy to wear, don’t you think? In our reality it feels like you can only be either crooked or sublime, S or XL. But sometimes the small and the large don’t fit. What people make, what people become within the uniform is what is at stake for this project. Rebecca Joly collects people – beautiful people with crooked stories; crooked people with beautiful stories… pick your order! When she meets them in the street, the first thing she says is: “Hey, I really like the way you look… Tell me more about what I see, I want you on my TV”. Later on she wonders, “Where are you under these skins?”.