On the seventh day God created e-commerce and you could smell the artists wince, peeling the scabs off old heartwounds, to try and do it again. Would art and money ever be happy? Designers – if you’ve ever felt confused … Continue reading
by Sean Healy, April 14, 2002 0 comments
Nervously a 3D Woody Allen paces outside a polygon Sperm Bank. Polly is indeed gone, the nurse of his fantasies already gone home with his analyst. Virt.nature would soothe, but is hard to find in Virt.Manhattan. Mr.Allen clicks to Virt.Melb, … Continue reading
by Sean Healy, April 14, 2002 0 comments
In the central control tower, they’re beaming out skulls. Have you noticed? From pole posters to surfboard covers, every second fashion boutique window and the walking one shouldered, Oxford st tee-shirt brigade, the skull seeps into our day. Even saw … Continue reading
by Sean Healy, April 7, 2002 0 comments