Thursday 11th February 2010
COLD PUMAS – “TROPICAL GUILT”
These pumas are cold because they’re not animal, but machine, an engine heart clad with sleek sheet aluminum skin. But they’re not boxfresh, instead occupying that same shitty (possibly inner) space as HEALTH and Male Bonding, rusted around the edges, technology about to collapse in on itself, a kinda inverted dead-end future technology that doesn’t mean progression.
But the gears don’t quit clicking, the engine just about turning over. And then suddenly, it’s as if they find some renewed momentum, a power-up that surges them forward, but only for a second. And then the cycle starts again, Cold Pumas running laps around Saturn’s rings, stuck in some cosmic race to nowhere, no waving at the stars.
Hardly anything changes here. It could go on forever. Somewhere else, it probably is.
(Photo: Dave Geeting)
