Who Are We This Time Amerika Online


A message comes in that says there is an exhibition in Paris we are being asked to attend. Not the Picasso Portraits in the Royal Palace nor the Mickey Mouse Portraits in the Disney Shop. In fact, Paris, our own perfect SurrealLand with all manner of smoky cafes and actual bars that Sartre once smoked hash in!, doesn't have much in the way of art happening these days (although the European premiere of Disney's new animation, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, is drawing huge crowds on the Boulevard St. Michel: perhaps Baudrillard, the next time he reminisces about his road-trip through America, will take this into account). It appears as though the exhibition we've been invited to is in the outskirts of Paris and, lo and behold, is devoted to all things multi-media.