May 2012
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LOVE
“… I want to sing the praises of pure love, blind love, stupid, love sick, the only true love there, I’m sick of talking, tired of understandings, sick of convenience of service. I never saw boyfriends so brutalized, so cowardly and so indulgent as they are today. Incapable of a sweeping gesture, taking a risk, a dash of daring, gang of “okay, okay”, makers of pipes, made of...
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Mirrors, Masks and Spaces. Self-portraits by Women... →
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Essay by Herbert Molderings and Barbara Mülhens-Molderings, Magazine Le Jeu de Paume, June 2011
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