The double death. Synthetic perfume. Chanel N°5. Shampoo. Cherry Bakewell. What do you think about the pink? Umm. I think we should leave the chairs here. Sirens. I love that pink. The pink kind of glooooop. It’s much better than paint. That smell opens up a deep primitive part of the brain. We think because we can smell, I think. Seagulls squawking. Beep, beep, beep, bbbbeep. It’s actually really beautiful.—audio transcription
Pink Street
The project started as a 297.4-mile round trip from Brighton to Hoxne, Suffolk, to retrieve flint from the site of John Frere’s momentous find: the first technological object—the flint hand axe. On return to Brighton Pink Street was conceived as the conclusion to the R&D road trip.The noisy urbanised environment provided the backdrop for a discussion about the Capitalocene, technology, and the origins of consumptive desire. Passers-by were invited to take a seat and discuss Pink Street with the artists.06–2017 | St George’s Place, Brighton