RUSKI MAKE UP

• Report rights infringement
• published: 06 Feb 2010
• views: 0

2008, 9:43, HD/Beta/DVD, order on DVD compilation "To the Dawn" http://stora.de/main.php?goto=tontraeger&index;=mb03 or a short version on DVD Compilation „Under Control“ http://www.stora.de/main.php?goto=tontraeger&artikelnr;=rfp_uc Should the Russians to join the EU, their post-communist trauma of anarchy will spread in the globalized Europe. Ruski makeup comes into fashion. Sollten die Russen der EU beitreten, werden sich ihre Posttraumata der kommunistischen Anarchie in dem globalisierten Europa ausbreiten. Ruski Make Up kommt in Mode. RUSKI MAKE UP/RUSKI PERFUME/RUSKI MAKE UP /RUSKI REVOLUTION 1789. France. Revolution. All women paint themselves white, red, blue. YOU NEED A NEW APARTMENT/HERE IS LENIN’S ADVICE/SORT OUT YOUR NEIGHBOR/BUMP HIM OFF QUIETLY On the weekly market, you can steal American chewing gum which kills the stench of Russian soap. This soap is used in public toilets, since it is cheap. It is made from human bodies. 1917. Russia. In solidarity with Lenin, all men wear red lipstick. They pee into the washbasins. They wash themselves in the toilet bowl. RUSKI MAKE UP/RUSKI PERFUME/RUSKI MAKE UP/RUSKI PERFUME/RUSKI MAKE UP/RUSKI PERFUME/RUSKI MAKE UP /RUSKI REVOLUTION 1970. Poland. On the weekly market, badly painted female Russians offer fragrant Donald Duck-chewing gum with comic strips on them from the U.S.A.. They’re completely over the top: Blue eye shadow, yellow eyelashes, rouged cheeks, pink lips, orange jumpers, green trousers, purple shoes. Parrots. Ticket collectors. Jolka and Mariolka will paint themselves like this. They want to look like Catrin De Nöf in “Repulsion” by Polanski. But not in black and white. Just beautiful and discreet. PUT MAKE UP ON THE BODY/TO MAK THE POSTMAN THINK /YOUR NEIGHBOR IS STILL ALIVE /SO YOU WILL GET THE APPARTMENT. 1976. „Stern“ in Poland prints an article on Punk. The drug store sells rancid brown powder in cans „Made in Poland“ or „Ruski Make Up“, that impossibly gaudy stuff from the weekly market. Jolka and Mariolka need punk colors, dark-hued and intense. For a start, Jolka steals two bottles of black hair dye. Let’s go home quickly, so no one will notice. Without deodorant, humans smell. They need perfume – even the poor Russian. For him, domestic chemists distill soap, which is made from perfume. I fly to Moscow in order to research the production process of Russian perfume. Although some consider it extremely dangerous, I fly with Aeroflot. As soon as possible, I want to get an idea of this people who has neither established animal rights organizations nor supported western anti-fur demonstrations. 1977. Jolka’s and Mariolka’s hair has become so black, that it has a blue gleam. It’s a miracle. After all, punk does exist in Poland. Dark blue. Ultramarine. Like the color of the Jacksonoil-pens, with which Jolka and Mariolka make their drawings for school. But of course. That‘s a solution. Jolka and Mariolka will paint themselves with these pens from now on. Looks wicked. Nothing like Olga’s pastel „Ruski Make up“. Olga, promoted to a clown, Olga with her steamrolled moonface. The inside of the plane is dominated by an indefinable smell. Disgusting. I breathe through my mouth. The air allows me to think straight again. Of course. It’s the food they’ve served the passengers on the outward journey. Chicken or goulash, delicious dishes under normal circumstances. But this must have been of an especially lousy variety. The stewardesses reek of it. The seats, too. Soon, I’ll be joining them. My hosts are chemists in a soap factory. They tell me that they stopped making soap from human bodies years ago in Russia. But those found dead on the streets, tramps and people frozen to death, are being eaten. The city’s sanitation department does not even care to take the bodies to the morgue. There’s no place for them anyway. Instead, they mince the carcasses and sell them on the black market as meat from Poland. The authorities seem to be aware of this, but the people are hungry. In Russia, there’s no church which would concern itself with ethical values. The people are left shrouded in their parochialism and the prejudices of their class, while cautious meat eaters eat only chicken meat. But the chicken industry cannot meet the demand. So America has been asked to help. Since then, only American chicken is on offer in the shops. Ultramarine. Olga does not even know what that looks like. For the rest of her life, she will style herself with „Ruski Make Up“. But not only is that stuff „Bad Taste“, it also stinks and makes people age prematurely. Hemorrhoid ointment is the only remedy. Applied thinly on the tear sacs, it makes any old bat look young – in the witching hour. Yves Klein raises his skull out of his grave. Jolka und Mariolka scream and sob. Their eyes are red and burning. The ultramarine is smudged. The chemistry oft he Jackson pens doe ist work. There

RUSKI MAKE UP

• Report rights infringement
• published: 06 Feb 2010
• views: 0

2008, 9:43, HD/Beta/DVD, order on DVD compilation "To the Dawn" http://stora.de/main.php?goto=tontraeger&index;=mb03 or a short version on DVD Compilation „Under Control“ http://www.stora.de/main.php?goto=tontraeger&artikelnr;=rfp_uc Should the Russians to join the EU, their post-communist trauma of anarchy will spread in the globalized Europe. Ruski makeup comes into fashion. Sollten die Russen der EU beitreten, werden sich ihre Posttraumata der kommunistischen Anarchie in dem globalisierten Europa ausbreiten. Ruski Make Up kommt in Mode. RUSKI MAKE UP/RUSKI PERFUME/RUSKI MAKE UP /RUSKI REVOLUTION 1789. France. Revolution. All women paint themselves white, red, blue. YOU NEED A NEW APARTMENT/HERE IS LENIN’S ADVICE/SORT OUT YOUR NEIGHBOR/BUMP HIM OFF QUIETLY On the weekly market, you can steal American chewing gum which kills the stench of Russian soap. This soap is used in public toilets, since it is cheap. It is made from human bodies. 1917. Russia. In solidarity with Lenin, all men wear red lipstick. They pee into the washbasins. They wash themselves in the toilet bowl. RUSKI MAKE UP/RUSKI PERFUME/RUSKI MAKE UP/RUSKI PERFUME/RUSKI MAKE UP/RUSKI PERFUME/RUSKI MAKE UP /RUSKI REVOLUTION 1970. Poland. On the weekly market, badly painted female Russians offer fragrant Donald Duck-chewing gum with comic strips on them from the U.S.A.. They’re completely over the top: Blue eye shadow, yellow eyelashes, rouged cheeks, pink lips, orange jumpers, green trousers, purple shoes. Parrots. Ticket collectors. Jolka and Mariolka will paint themselves like this. They want to look like Catrin De Nöf in “Repulsion” by Polanski. But not in black and white. Just beautiful and discreet. PUT MAKE UP ON THE BODY/TO MAK THE POSTMAN THINK /YOUR NEIGHBOR IS STILL ALIVE /SO YOU WILL GET THE APPARTMENT. 1976. „Stern“ in Poland prints an article on Punk. The drug store sells rancid brown powder in cans „Made in Poland“ or „Ruski Make Up“, that impossibly gaudy stuff from the weekly market. Jolka and Mariolka need punk colors, dark-hued and intense. For a start, Jolka steals two bottles of black hair dye. Let’s go home quickly, so no one will notice. Without deodorant, humans smell. They need perfume – even the poor Russian. For him, domestic chemists distill soap, which is made from perfume. I fly to Moscow in order to research the production process of Russian perfume. Although some consider it extremely dangerous, I fly with Aeroflot. As soon as possible, I want to get an idea of this people who has neither established animal rights organizations nor supported western anti-fur demonstrations. 1977. Jolka’s and Mariolka’s hair has become so black, that it has a blue gleam. It’s a miracle. After all, punk does exist in Poland. Dark blue. Ultramarine. Like the color of the Jacksonoil-pens, with which Jolka and Mariolka make their drawings for school. But of course. That‘s a solution. Jolka and Mariolka will paint themselves with these pens from now on. Looks wicked. Nothing like Olga’s pastel „Ruski Make up“. Olga, promoted to a clown, Olga with her steamrolled moonface. The inside of the plane is dominated by an indefinable smell. Disgusting. I breathe through my mouth. The air allows me to think straight again. Of course. It’s the food they’ve served the passengers on the outward journey. Chicken or goulash, delicious dishes under normal circumstances. But this must have been of an especially lousy variety. The stewardesses reek of it. The seats, too. Soon, I’ll be joining them. My hosts are chemists in a soap factory. They tell me that they stopped making soap from human bodies years ago in Russia. But those found dead on the streets, tramps and people frozen to death, are being eaten. The city’s sanitation department does not even care to take the bodies to the morgue. There’s no place for them anyway. Instead, they mince the carcasses and sell them on the black market as meat from Poland. The authorities seem to be aware of this, but the people are hungry. In Russia, there’s no church which would concern itself with ethical values. The people are left shrouded in their parochialism and the prejudices of their class, while cautious meat eaters eat only chicken meat. But the chicken industry cannot meet the demand. So America has been asked to help. Since then, only American chicken is on offer in the shops. Ultramarine. Olga does not even know what that looks like. For the rest of her life, she will style herself with „Ruski Make Up“. But not only is that stuff „Bad Taste“, it also stinks and makes people age prematurely. Hemorrhoid ointment is the only remedy. Applied thinly on the tear sacs, it makes any old bat look young – in the witching hour. Yves Klein raises his skull out of his grave. Jolka und Mariolka scream and sob. Their eyes are red and burning. The ultramarine is smudged. The chemistry oft he Jackson pens doe ist work. There