As the Garbage were singing back in 2005:
“I wanna hear you call out my name, I wanna see you burn up in flames Keep you on ice, so I can show all my friends C’mon, baby be my bad boyfriend”.
Lets’ face it everyone. Some of us like girls, some others are in a relationship with themselves, or shoes, or puppies or whatever makes them feel good (chocolate and white wine are included). But a big part of us like boys, crave boys. A big part of us is obsessed by boys! So obsessed that it doesn’t matter if we are independent, brilliant, amazing or if we think we are strong women with balls… there will always be someone special in our hearth (sometimes WITHOUT balls), ready to blow our minds. We mean, its’ not just about the boy but its’ about the idea of the “boyfriend” himself that usually drive us crazy. Cuddles, kisses, hugs, yes even the fights (aaa the fights!), their brows, the smell… although they forget almost everything, even when they don’t answer to the phone, it need just one glance to make our imagination fly away. Fly away on the altar, where you will wear a Valentino dress and he probably would arrive after you. Think about what does the boyfriend thing means to you and how to explore the idea of it through the language of art. Sights, drama, hearth attack, nervous breakdown, flirt, happiness. Always Love! Make some noise for one of your fav joys.
This issue is all about the boys.