In the future everything will look the same. Not look – be the same. The dynamics of fashions, tastes, products, will homogenise until everything is a clone. An alembic already initialised – in print. Androgynous pout of subject coded KK (note the uniformity), her of singular facial expression, is at once Miss/Mrs./Ms., daughter, sister, mother, lover. The repeat skin of all the stories might turn the insides all alike. The doppelgangers of dermis are massing.
This has just both made me laugh so hard it hurts… And depressed me so much it hurts!
That was my reaction. I originally wanted to rant about the horribleness of film tie-in covers in general, but when I realised quite how many feature miss Knightley, I just had to run with it.
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