It all feels like monsters until the light is flicked on. To feel boîte is slang for going down the disco, where the light flickers.
"The other shape,
If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
Distinguishable in member, joynt, or limb,
Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,
For each seem'd either; black it stood as Night,
Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell,
And shook a dreadful Dart; what seem'd his head
The likeness of a Kingly Crown had on.
Satan was now at hand, and from his seat
The Monster moving onward came as fast
With horrid strides, Hell trembled as he strode."
— Milton, Paradise lost.It's been a long while, we try to flick this light on monsters.
I feel boîte shows work by Anna Solal, an intimate moment of anticipation. Pedro Herrero Ferran, transition to reason. Katrin Schneider, a muddy dark vessel. Samy San, an embedded toylike intensity. Daiga Grantina, a fluffy vibrant sleeper.
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