But you can't saaaaayyy anything, because it's aaaaarrrt.
Blech.
(Via Feministe.)
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they do have male models for the tables & statues, but, yeah, I'll just bet that the overwhelming call is for female models
As an artist, I can say with authority that it's STUPID, and it's not art. It's better than that naked sushi thing, but utterly goofy. How much excess wealth do we have, to be spending it on human tables?
As I often say at my house, THIS is why they HATE us.
Eh, screw 'em if they hate us then. I love that we do goofy bullshit like this.
Circa 1983, this would have been featured on Real People.
Art is the ultimate in objectification(fairly sure I spelled that wrong). A work of art is a representative object. It is the object used to communicate between the artist and the viewer. They like to call pron art too, and I suppose it is. There is a very clear message in this table art, just as there is in pron. The message in both seems to me to be the power differential.
This disturbed me to the point where I actually felt physically queasy. Urgh. I think it's the limblessness getting to me; it's like bondage without the subculture.
There's a specific pron/bondage/fetish subset that Tony Hendra use to do in National Lampoon, and House of Gord does. It's very disturbing.
The lady is quite the looker, sure, and I could probably spew forth some postmodern bullshit about how the piece is inviting the viewer to feast upon the bounty of the feminine body, but truth is, they took a nice-looking young woman and turned her into a table with tits.
Creepy, that is. Talk about objectification. Seriously, what would you do if you went to a party and were faced with one of these poor table-ladies? Personally, I would try to get her off her schitck and ask her what the job was really like. If she wouldn't come off the schitck, I would get creeped out and leave.
I don't guess our friend Julie works as a table herself, hmm? No, I didn't think so.
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