{"id":417,"date":"2015-08-03T13:38:28","date_gmt":"2015-08-03T13:38:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/64.207.144.175\/photex\/?p=417"},"modified":"2019-04-22T05:32:48","modified_gmt":"2019-04-22T04:32:48","slug":"serie-wonderland-mutants","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.inlen.photo\/de\/gallery\/body-identity\/serie-wonderland-mutants","title":{"rendered":"Series &#8211; Wonderland Mutants"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It is a kingdom that children build out of sight of adults.<\/p>\n<p>It is a theater without a stage of an unknown time where the people gather like in a village&#8217;s market place. Princesses, murderers, bears, aliens, all parade in a cheerful and festive crowd.&nbsp;Not only in order to please and attract attention, costumes are handmade with carefully details, allowing the cosplayers&nbsp;to embody their favorite characters.<\/p>\n<p>Despite the sweltering heat, they are of coats, masks, weapons of their heroes, more precisely they become these heroes.<\/p>\n<p>Their gender is not very differentiated, a girl could choose a male character and inversely. This mimesis is amazing and their gestures, expressions are like performance art, often with an assumed provocative attitude: a trans-gender maturation that leads to a transformation into an animal, such a &#8220;kawaii&#8221; rabbit or a myopic cat.&nbsp;Violence and morbid are alongside with the beauty and enchantment in a cruel world of fairy tales which reveal the human nature.<\/p>\n<p>The catharsis of a mutant generation is stored and shared through networks made of screen mobile phones.These digital mirrors open a kingdom that moves away from childhood. No thought is expressed through the eyes deliberately masked by colored lenses &#8211; nothing but a reflection electric increasing a feeling of strangeness and isolation<\/p>\n<p>It is an internal fight. In this crowd, these heroes are alone with their destiny.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><div class=\"tk_accordion_wrapper\"> <div class=\"tk_accordion closed\">\n\t\t                <h5 class=\"tab-head\">Original text in French<i class=\"icon-tg-acc\"><\/i><\/h5>\n\t\t                <div class=\"tab-body cf\">\n\t\t                    <div class=\"tabs-content\"><p><\/p>\n<p>Il est un royaume que les enfants construisent loin du regard des adultes.<\/p>\n<p>C&#8217;est un th\u00e9\u00e2tre sans sc\u00e8ne semblable \u00e0 une place de march\u00e9 d\u2019une \u00e9poque inconnue o\u00f9 se rassemblent les habitants. Des princesses aux meurtriers louches, des ours aux extra-terrestres, ils paradent dans une cohue joyeuse et festive.&nbsp;Non seulement dans le but de plaire et d\u2019attirer le regard,&nbsp; les costumes fait mains avec une grande fid\u00e9lit\u00e9 et souci des d\u00e9tails, permettent \u00e0 ceux qui les portent d\u2019incarner leurs personnages favoris.<\/p>\n<p>Malgr\u00e9 la chaleur \u00e9touffante, ils rev\u00eatent les manteaux, les masques, les armes de leurs h\u00e9ros, et plus exactement ils deviennent leurs propres h\u00e9ros.<\/p>\n<p>Leur choix du genre est assez peu diff\u00e9renci\u00e9, une fille pourra choisir un \u00ab&nbsp;character&nbsp;\u00bb masculin et inversement. &nbsp;Ce mim\u00e9tisme est surprenant et leur gestes, leurs expressions &nbsp;rel\u00e8vent de la performance, avec souvent une attitude provocante assum\u00e9e&nbsp;: une maturation trans-genre qui va jusqu&#8217;\u00e0 les transformer en animal, tel un lapin \u00ab&nbsp;kawai&nbsp;\u00bb ou une chatte myope.&nbsp;La violence et le morbide c\u00f4toient la beaut\u00e9 et l\u2019enchantement dans cet univers de contes cruels qui d\u00e9voilent le caract\u00e8re humain sous toutes ses facettes.<\/p>\n<p>Le catharsis d\u2019une g\u00e9n\u00e9ration mutante est m\u00e9moris\u00e9e et partag\u00e9e sur r\u00e9seau par \u00e9cran interpos\u00e9 des t\u00e9l\u00e9phones mobiles.<\/p>\n<p>Ces miroirs num\u00e9riques invitent \u00e0 voir un royaume qui s\u2019\u00e9loigne de l\u2019enfance. Aucune pens\u00e9e ne s\u2019exprime \u00e0 travers ces yeux volontairement masqu\u00e9s par des lentilles color\u00e9s&nbsp;&#8211; rien qu\u2019un reflet \u00e9lectrique qui augmente une impression d\u2019\u00e9tranget\u00e9 et d\u2019isolement<\/p>\n<p>C\u2019est une lutte int\u00e9rieure. Dans cette foule, ces h\u00e9ros sont seuls face \u00e0 leur destin\u00e9e.<\/p>\n<p><\/p><\/div>\n\t\t                <\/div>\n\t\t            <\/div> <\/div><br \/>\n<div class=\"tk_accordion_wrapper\"> <div class=\"tk_accordion closed\">\n\t\t                <h5 class=\"tab-head\">More readings<i class=\"icon-tg-acc\"><\/i><\/h5>\n\t\t                <div class=\"tab-body cf\">\n\t\t                    <div class=\"tabs-content\"><p><br \/>\nNewspaper Lib\u00e9ration:&nbsp;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.liberation.fr\/evenements-libe\/2017\/10\/09\/l-hyper-connexion-revele-la-solitude-des-hommes_1601851\" target=\"_blank\">Hyper-connection reveals the loneliness of men (in french)<\/a><br \/>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\t\t                <\/div>\n\t\t            <\/div> <\/div><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It is a kingdom that children build out of sight of adults. 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