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Your support makes all the difference.CRASH! PORTRAIT NO.1
AN EXISTENCE BASED ON IMAGE AND WEALTH IS THE MOST COMPLETE
ARTICULATION OF BOURGEOIS RETARDATION.
Reject of the inequitable public school system, our oh-so care free social butterfly is the brainless incarnation of the contemptuous spoilt brat. Too useless to work, the coffers of Daddy's property business allow that nouveau-cuisine'd frame to be draped in the symbols of consumer condescension; an arrogant waste of wealth, blown without regard and owned for the pleasure of oppressive display. House paid for, child maternally neglected, money expropriated from your labour, the parasitic `it' girl feeds off the British fetishisation of the wealthy to secure a regular place within the photo- collages of the lesser Women's magazines and the Sunday tabloid supplements. This is a world out of time; a world where pigfaced in-breds mingle with the dregs of the monarchy, where deciding what to have for lunch is the hardest decision of the day, and where rubbing shoulders with other non- entities is considered a life. Forget the half-hearted references to `modelling' or `acting' careers, this one dimensional socialite merely desires attention so as to pamper the ego and justify her facile existence. In France they used a guillotine.
HUMANITY WILL NOT BE HAPPY UNTIL THE LAST HELLO! READER IS HANGED BY THE GUTS OF THE LAST CELEBRITY SOCIALITE.
Meanwhile, In A Large Central London Apartment The Telephone Is Ringing...
Tamara: Hi, me speaking.
Ulrike Meinhof: Hello, my name is Ulrike, I'm campaigning for the Red Army Faction...
Tamara: Sorry. Who?
Ulrike Meinhof: I'm from the R.A.F.
Tamara: Cool. Great guys, bombed the Nazis.
Ulrike Meinhof: That's right. So you'll make a contribution towards the struggle against bourgeois consumer capitalism?
Tamara: Look Ulrika, I don't mind making a donation, providing I get invited to do more `Shooting Stars'.
Ulrike Meinhof: That's fine. Shooting stars is high on our agenda, along with bombing bureaucrats and killing cops. Any further conditions?
Tamara: Well, I have to be on Mark's side.
Ulrike Meinhof: I too am on Marx's side. Tamara: You are? So who's on the other side?
Ulrike Meinhof: The whole might of Western Capitalism.
Tamara: Well, that's hardly fair.
CRASH! will be at the ICA for their one night only event `The Problem Is You' 27/11/97. See press for details.
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