Limited edition of 20 (all signed and numbered)
€60.00 / 100 pages / 130 mm X 200 mm / hardcover, glued
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Limited edition of 10 (all signed & numbered)
€15,00 / 44 pages / 150 mm X 150 mm / softcover, stapled
Limited edition of 15 (all signed & numbered)
€30,00 / 264 pages / 145 mm X 210 mm / Softcover, glued
Limited edition of 50
€20.00 / 88 pages / 200 mm X 290 mm / softcover, glued
Limited edition of 50
€25.00 / 216 pages / 180 mm X 80 mm / wire-o
Limited edition of 50
€15.00 / 148 pages / 170 mm X 120 mm / softcover, glued
“I wish you were this wall”, seems to say the woman as she rubs herself sensually against a neatly whitewashed wall, bricks that could be from any alley in any big city and stuccoes that have been expertly aged to give a touch of boho-chic. That wall, like the timeless backgrounds of Byzantine icons, is flat, giving minimal context, so that the only object that matters stands out, the only one you have to look at, the only one you need to desire. Nothing can distract you from a mouth, breasts, or ass. It has been the perfect and most successful iconographic type in our visual culture for centuries. But now she is no longer an all-powerful two-dimensional divinity but the woman who challenges you, who seduces you. The wall is now a vertical bed to toss and turn on, where she is anxiously awaiting the viewer to possess her. But perhaps none of these women want to please that wall, even though all that dancing seems to indicate the opposite. This bed of stone has become their prison, where they are put on display, where they can easily be cornered, hunted like game, raped, and from which there is no escape. By re-watching their routines over and over again we start seeing the absurdity of this mise en scène. The origin of this idea lies in the heteropatriarchal gaze but by becoming aware of this we can create a new, antagonistically critical, free, feminist reading. By saying “I wish I was this wall” women can take back control, creating a new type of wall against which the woman is free to do as she pleases, where she has complete power over her image, and maybe even to disappear like in the photographs of Francesca Woodman, where games of hide and seek become symbolical doorways to eternity and/or anonymity.
Limited edition of 50
€10.00 / booklet + mixtape / folded open 900 mm X 130 mm / zig-zag folded
Limited edition of 50
€20.00 / 220 pages / 116 mm X 156 mm / softcover, glued
Tell me about the hardships we encountered.
Remind me of the victories
we fought for, the defeats we endured.
Help me recall our high hopes
as we set forth, and how we negotiated
the distances against all odds and opposition.
Remind me of how we held on to our stubborn hopes
to reach the other side with our heads held high.
Reassure me that all we did
was somehow worthwhile.
Help me remember their faces,
pleading, cheering, counting on us to go
where they could not, so we could live
their ambitions, and fulfill their dreams.
Tell me the story one more time,
of the heroes who fought and conquered,
so that all who followed in their footsteps
would know a better fate.
For stories are all we know.
And stories are all we have to hold on to.
So speak to me. Whisper, if you need to.
Then I can try to tell the story again,
and we can all try to believe it.
Kirstin Vanlierde
Limited edition of 50
€10.00 / 40 pages / 155 mm X 180 mm/ softcover, stapled
Limited edition of 25
€7.00 / 40 pages / 100 mm X 210 mm / softcover, stapled
