Erotic Market is a go fast. A racing car that designs its own routes, spinning past illogical scenery, between sensual, suggestive eroticism and a clear-cut, flashy market. A space where we can feel in turn fully within and without this world. An allegory of contemporary life that often tosses us from the one to the other end.
A few Blahblahrians, symbolic figures – a contraction from Blah Blah, Warriors and Barbarians – are embarked on this road trip. As unconventional speech snipers, they shatter the codes, bite the hand that feeds them, and criticize without being moralists, because they are fully conscious of belonging to what they censure. They should not be mistaken for rebels and insubordinate dodgers who create their personality intrinsically in opposition to something else.
The Blahblahrians are both inside and outside the picture, giving their own definition of themselves, without refusing a « system » as a whole, but ready to adapt its rules. They do not change their minds with the weather. They simply accept the accident: that time slot when the purpose meets with unforeseen circumstances to generate a beautiful, wild event that looks frozen as it only lasts a few seconds and that nobody can predict what it will result in.
Altogether, they are music smugglers striding through the borders of genres to deliver their own dope after many likely collisions.