macadamia nut brittle
ricci/forte

We do not know what truth is… the importance of that ambiguity is clear. For this, in a pre-cooked passions age and with fashioned feelings, we overeat Daennis Cooper stories, the rough poetry that fills up his universe. With a sort of Mozart-ish impudence, we have tried to tell a cruel fairytale about adolescence. Our work is a sort of life preserver in concert with Cooper’s lysergic vision which is woven with ours, fed of the same uneasiness, of the same lacks, of identical losses. The waiting night of four devourers of Haagen Dasz ice cream (Macadamia Nut Brittle, as in the title) – in a hospital department, on an airplane or in a tree house – materialise themselves in an oneiric tamagotchi where you have to face with an identity path that let you fell free on a side, but on the other hand let feel us completely odd out of this world that slips out of hand. We are victims, executioners, protagonists of this snuff movie that life offers, in desperate search of love in an impossible world where, at the end of the day, Nature, like men, is a bitch and unfaithful. Always.