The Art Purist Slumming in Low Capitalist Constructs
As a kid I wanted to be Janet Jackson.
I played the cassette of her Control album until the tape broke, choreographing routines, imaging the day I would enjoy her fame/fortune and say (with her conviction)…“Now I’m all grown up!”
Well, you can imagine my joy when (at nine years old) my dad put me in the [...]
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