by Remi BeaupreThere are only a few days left to check out the awesome exhibit at Glamort tattoo parlour, a retrospective of Lipstik Design's work over the last 10 years. More like a space invasion than an In Situ installation, Lipstik's stuff looks like Big Brother on Extacy; his objects - made of Dollarama items, bazaar scraps and Wal-mart findings, the factory-chain products destined for the masses become his malleable material, completed with a packaging exhibiting chimerical babes and catch-phrases.
Obviously having a blast creating an alternate reality filled with his icons, he borrows from worlds that don't differ so much - advertising and soft porn. An unpolished reflection of the main marketing tendency since the very inception of the concept, he exhibits the use of women in ads and popular culture over the decades to the point of overkill - which is sort of an oxymoron, as popular culture itself isn't nearly quite done with its favorite iconic source. His ominous trademark logo acts as a signal for a pending apocalypse and a party for Playboy, the last hot message on your answering machine before the world implodes on itself and the mess it's made. Plastered over everything, etched into the flesh of fabricated female icons, Lipstik takes the stuff of advertising and makes his own branding, a fictitious monopoly that declares: can you really change what sells?
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