i'm having my ashes scattered so no one will remember me inside out

weird art from the cimetière monmartre and environs a week ago. i'm not sure why the spacing's weird on the first couple of images, bear with me.

the torn up red thing on the right is a fat lady in a corset, looking over her shoulder.



















the fat lady is helping her naked friend get dressed for a date with this guy, her fiancé. they aren't in love but decided to get married in the hope that their children would have both faces *and* bodies.

but still no eyes. :(

in the cemetery: live a diva, die a diva.

did you ever see the short 'inside-out boy' on nickelodeon when you were a kid? i did, and it gave me nightmares. anyway, he's all grown up now and addicted to nicotine. *in case it's not clear in the picture: the head is concave. ha, ha.

















exhibited in a gallery window. i may be an ugly american, but at least my forehead isn't made out of ass.