David Lachapelle Exhibition

You may know Lachapelle from fashion magazines, but do you know him in person?
That's exactly the reason why I followed along the pilgrimage. 

At first sight, his works are brutally grotesque and catchy. 

As you move closer, their surreal, magical, stunning and ironic implications creep over your nerves,  

He's a label. Iconic.

By the time your senses are filled with exaggerated emotions and bold colors,

he starts to interrogate you with sharp questions concerning humanity...distracting you...

What do those questions mean?

What answers does he want?  Or, perhaps he ain't no certain himself? 
But then, you soon get addicted to your freedom to express your own interpretations. 

Did the contradictory inner world created the whole lot of subversive, alternative aesthetic by chance? Or is he trying to convey some divine message when all the prophets from the bible stay Awaken, in the water? 

How can you mingle religion and fashion on a single shot without sarcasm? Father, can you help us?

From the dim colors and gloomy expressions in the Cathedral, how can you tell the soft sunshine is bright enough to imply any hope?

 
 Is love not love but filthy spilled strawberry milk until it is mature?

  Do we need to have our bodies printed with labels?

 When are we invulnerable to guilty things?

 What about a candy mosque? 

Would-Be Martyr and 72 Virgins? Insane...

  
Why is the messy war considered Holy while the peaceful heaven war? Does the ferrywheel imply the fatal malicious cycle never ends?


Haunting, aren't they?