This Is Not A Love Song, Part V: Vivian Fu

This is not a love editorial. Somehow, this wants to be a sort of an introduction into another world, where, love exists, don’t worry, but, in other forms, more rudimental, more vivid, more natural, without that tricks you are seeing, daily, on TV or which airs on the Radio Station, tender and sweet and namby-pamby shity songs. To be short, we are searching for the unconventional face of love. We will introduce you some sort of artists who see this feeling – love – with those eyes that we wanted to see too. You will see what is all about and we hope you will enjoy our unconventional love.

I’ve always had this boner whenever hearing the words “broken” and “people” together. I often associate them in my head, like a mantra. Sometimes, when I walk at night on the streets, half-drunk and on the edge of jumping in front of any car, like a cat after a red dot, I whisper this to myself. “Broken people…, broken people”. Sublime!

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Joining the spirits of two individuals who are just to damaged to be unleashed in the world, so that they can be unleashed only one against the other. They create a symbiosis, rather than a love story, do they!? An unorthodox and unspoken pact. They’re accomplices. She saw his inner demons and she didn’t run, but caressed them. He saw her inner angels and deflowered them, one by one. He still does.

The libertine photography of Vivian Fu gives a graphic form to that symbiosis. Floating on an iceberg of sexual tension that seems to be exploding anytime. Shallow, rebel and striking, bloody, teary, spermy. There’s some originality under all that, even though Yoko and John is so ‘70’s and the gross’n’sweet photo-fashion is an already wide-spread practice.

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me and tim in bed

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Some call Vivian a feminist, others a fetishist. Either way, her intimate portraits and self-portraits are more like pages from a visual diary, even though, as she so formally states in an interview, “my work is really just about my documentation of myself, my life, and my relationships with other people”. We all have to wear that normal tagged mask in society.

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Photo credits: Vivian Fu’s website / Tumblr

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Romanian self-taught writer, interested in contemporary art, unconventional culture and gonzo journalism. He's been writing for almost a decade while doing shitty jobs for a living. He's agnostic, supports a censorship-free world, he reads way less than he wants and he enjoys feminist porn.

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