Neapolitan Songs

A mixture of abstract images and, as if out of a Man Ray painting, a large mouth in the foreground with red lipstick slowly devours a raw liver and then goes on to eat a postcard. Meanwhile, romantic Neapolitan songs play in the background. As Andrea Giunta says: At the same time they function as a hyperbole of the feminine in a register impregnated with pop aesthetics (they are perfect lips and make-up), but in which the flesh introduces an element of deep transgression, with scatological tensions.

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