The draft 12 shoes for lovers Sebastian Errazuriz 12 explored love and sex through the prism of his memoirs 12 past relationships. 12 images of his ex-girlfriends were the basis of sketches of shoes, created in collaboration with Melissa. The result was a perfect union: shoe brand that accompanies each pair of shoes in history, and otvyazny Chilean artist, whose stories of the whole car.
His exhibition - a kind of attempt to completely eradicate the echoes of their former and turn them into inspiration, rather than reflection.
Each pair of shoes Errazuriza accompanies Photo girl from the personal collection of the artist and intimate story-sketch from past relationships, which not only transmits the image of the girl, but also exposes the artist's criticism and judgment. These stories, sometimes absurd and contradictory, in fact, began to challenge the precepts of everyday life.
His girls are different - they do not resemble each other in appearance as in nature. Sebastan brought their distinctive features, and each gave the image-association - so there was a ghost-Valentine lump-Alice boss Rachel, Jessica-dzhetsetter, Sophie-Snow-Queen, crybaby-Alexander, dvestvennitsa Anna and others.
For example, this sketch of "The Virgin" Anna
When we finished the fuck, I asked Anna:
- It was good, right?
She turned on the shower and said skeptically:
- Uh, yes. I do not know. First time.
I swear, that, despite the noise of the water, heard her in the shower and piously the Virgin Mary! Then I learned that she had gathered to become a nun. On my part, it is a failure, but a nun? It's already too much.
And this is - on "Honey" Natasha
Natasha took off her jacket, she knelt by the bed and said: "Seb, I baked you cookies."
... She took off her shirt.
- Poor thing, like your broken leg?
- Still a little sore - I replied shyly, pretending that I do something hurts.
- Can I tell you something to help? - She smiled and jumped on my leg, pulling his jeans.
It was a crazy body.
We fucked.
She cooked.
She cleaned.
When I fell asleep, she left beside my bed cookies, drew little heart on the wall and quietly went home.
While I was bed rest, all the time Natasha looked after me. I've never met a girl who would have been so happy doing this.
As soon as I recovered, broke up with her.
I could not get used to this sweet treatment.
Finally - "The Ghost" Valentina
Valentine was one of the local girls in a small seaside town. It was bizarre and even wildly, beautiful, almost like a lost child who lives in the woods. We had seen each other on the beach every day, but none of us did not speak.
One day, quite suddenly, she appeared in front of my door and - held me overnight. It was possible to say electrically.
Hard to believe, but every time we had sex, hair Valentina looked even stranger than usual. As if it was an electrical discharge - when she came, looked as if he had just stuck his fingers in the socket. Obviously, she liked the way her hair looked like after sex, so she continued to come to me. I never knew where it came and where it goes after. She's like floating around here and there and created a special aura. There was a feeling that she was next to me, but somewhere else. At night, I clung to her, trying to somehow keep her. At the end of the summer I made her promise me to return, but she did not return. I came to the sea in search of the next summer, but it was not.
One day many years later, I met her. She looked older, but still as wild and beautiful as before. She smiled at me, holding the hand of a child tanned with the same crazy hair. I liked it a little bit.