Hospitalismus
Dora Economou
Producer: Well, we can clean up, reset the window. Takes about 95 minutes, basically, so we have to blow off the scene where they sit on the Impala and talk about their feelings.
Bob Singer: Ha! Right. You answer the hate mail.
My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquirius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone.
Are you humming Metallica?
I miss my wings. Life on the road, it smells.
You know who spies on people, Cas? Spies.
I would like to purchase the alcohol, please.
Brains trumps legs, apparently.
You know, I really think Prince William has found the right girl. What do you think?
I would love to have the sex with you.
I observe with my eyes.
Your chocolate has been in my peanut butter for far too long.
You used to read to me when I was little. I mean, very little.
I don’t sleep.
Zombie-ghost orgy, huh? Well, that’s it. I’m torching everybody.
Angels. They’re falling.
I wish I could feel a damn thing.
Yesterday was Tueasday, but today is Tuesday too.
So you’re like Yodas to our jedis?
Here ghosty, ghosty, ghosty! Come out, come out wherever you are!
You fudgin’ touch me again, I’ll fudgin’ kill ya!
C’mon, dry dung can only be stacked so high.
Did we just steal a hunk of red clay?
You totally Butterfly Effected history.
Four score and seven years ago ... I had a funny hat.
Welcome to next time.
“Last time I saw New York I found them much changed. They had just met with hurricane Sandy, parts of town had been dressed in blackness and the citizens walked on foot to the edges of the land to check the sea level and forecast the appetites of the white beast. I’m ashamed to admit that it was a perfect day.
Last time I saw New York I found everything in its right place. There were additions on the skyline, superpositions over the metro net, new hairdos and other music. Their body is a temple which grows and evolves in accordance with the trend du jour.
I don’t change. I have placed myself in a naturalistic setting against a painted background.
I’m relieved and concede there is nothing natural about our house of melancholy.� The photos were shot in the American Museum of Natural History and Socrates Sculpture Park in New York in October 2012 and my house in Kypseli in 2007. The two b&w captures come from the movie El Angel Extreminador (1962). All captions consist of quotes from the TV series Supernatural (2005- ). A version of the introductory text was first published in Greek in KYPSELI Fanzine-issue 5, November 2013.
Dora Economou, October 2014