Not exact matches
During times when the house was
empty, I often made visits to their bedroom to flip
through the pages of the artsy erotica books placed casually on their bookshelves and the Playboy magazines someone had taken care to «hide» under the
bed.
On the opposite side of the spectrum are the moms who can't ever seem to be
empty, leaking
through clothes and
bedding, pumping crazy amounts of milk even when their obviously full baby is done eating.
I drink a lot of water throughout the day — one cup first thing in the morning on
empty stomach, one before I go to
bed, and I keep a bottle by my
bed to drink it
through the night.
Later, Maureen's transgressions culminate in a moment of frenzy where she strips down in Kyra's
empty apartment and runs
through Kyra's closet, donning the elastic harness before masturbating in Kyra's
bed.
Referred to by the artist as an unconventional and uncompromising self - portrait
through objects, it features the artist's own
bed covered in stained sheets, discarded condoms, blood - stained underwear and
empty bottles of alcohol.
We watch him meander
through empty halls, read aloud passages from Richard Adams's 1972 fantasy classic Watership Down, improvise his
bed on a baggage carrousel, boogie to Boney M.'s 1978 version of «Rivers of Babylon» (not coincidentally, a lament over exile), seek affection from a statuesque female mannequin in an Olympic Airlines uniform, and, most significantly, narrate letters back to his wife.
The passage of time is shown
through the cigarette butts, the
empty bottles and the excrement present on the
bedding.