HOME IS WHERE THE ART IS

The Pride and Joy of Redrose's last hometown.

The Beauty and The Beast

at their most colourful peak.

Head to Head, Red to Black.

Soft to violent, Glamourous to Dirty.

Exciting, rough, arousing, unrealistically cynical.

Fashion absurdities, artificiality made Art.

Some unpleasant hometowners say:

Art is everywhere.

Jeff and Redrose say bullshit also is.

YOU, GENEROUS YOU



Media and politics: a bag of nonsense.
The reflection of our Gossipy social intolerence.
Hell on earth.

A striking image in that old history book.
A face against the warm pavement.
And the surrounding coldeness: we, the people.
A manipulated crowd insensible to the fall.
Our decadent fall.

Revolutions are dead,
As dead as our feelings.
And I, witness of the atrocity,
in my emotionless indifference,
look at a motionless being.
Speechless.

My heart's broken into pieces.
Can't feel, won't feel.

A striking new image: you by my side.
Sparkling eyes.
Smile on my face.


Unintentional accidental clash:
Edgy moments awake my superficial indifference.
Silence follows, concetration's lost.
Hidden inside me, your eyes, your smile.
Charming and haunting.


An unwritten future in need of you.
A new revolution in need of its Wild Cat.
Graceful reawaken emotions.

You, generous you, able to challenge me.

THEIR GOLDEN CAGE



Bonnie Parker: What would you do if some miracle happened and we could walk out of here tomorrow morning and start all over again clean? No record and nobody after us, huh?

Clyde Barrow: Well, uh, I guess I'd do it all different. First off, I wouldn't live in the same state where we pull our jobs. We'd live in another state. We'd stay clean there and then when we'd take a bank, we'd go into the other state.

Dialogues taken from "Bonnie and Clyde"

Arthur Penn, 1967

ENCORE ET TOUJOURS



Un matin de printemps.
Notre premier voyage à Paris.
Nos jours heureux en 1998.

Une petite chambre d'hotel,
pas très loin des champs Elysées.
Nos nuits, nos jours, notre amour.

Tes questions,
sur les marches du Sacré Coeur.
Mes silences.

Notre possible retour en Espagne,
tes questions,
encore et toujours.

Nos doutes, nos craintes.
Loin de nous, nos pertes.

Et notre amour,
encore et toujours.

Un matin d'avril, à Brighton.
Loin de toi, loin de tous.
Mes silences sans toi.
Sans questions.
Sans doutes.
Sans amour.

La Rose Rouge à mes côtés.
Mon ami imaginaire.
Celui qui me parle encore de toi.
Et ce souvient de ce matin de printemps.
Encore et toujours.

HER CARMINE MOODS




Blinding Red Blooded Carmine.
Full of sinful promises.

Heartache in her breathing.
Darkness in her smile.
Salted tears taste of sorrow.
That unsolved mystery of hers.
The all or nothing days,
in a lost highway strip joint.

Anaphylic-shock reaction.
Carminic acid overdose.
A short story in the making,
with a single coloured ending:
A Red Carmine suitcase,
a symbolic getaway to her new life.

A perfect Hollywood ending.

DEATHPROOF:
ROLL CREDITS



Stuntman Mike(sitting on his haunches):
"The woods are lovely
dark and deep
And I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep"
Did you hear me, Butterfly, miles to go before you sleep.

DEATHPROOF EXHIBIT(C)



The melodic car crash opus was lifeless without its remaining 6 minutes. But Redrose felt the climatic peak of this 8 minutes video had to be shown.

Just a (death)proof of his good (or bad) faith.

Click on the picture above or this link to see the video sample.