I Hate Mimes!
That's right, I hate them. I have always had this very deep hatred for mimes. Clowns too, but most specifically mimes. At least clowns have the balls to aggressively be creepy. But mimes! Mimes have to be quiet and stuck in boxes and the like. That is not okay. It is very unnatural to be a mime. THEY BRING NO JOY! Furthermore, they are pointless and racist! Think about it! You never see a mime in blackface, always with the goddamn white makeup. And why must they mock everything?! In drama class in 9th grade, we wrote this play about a murder mystery party where everyone was actually getting murdered. One of the characters was a mime and I determined how he died. He suffocated in his stupid invisible box!
And now, one of the images I have to know for my History of Photography class is this one, of a stupid mime:
And, as if the picture wasn't crap enough - Kara and I couldn't figure out what the freaking point of it is, so we emailed our porfessor. This is what he said (in reference to the essay containing said photo):
Krauss is really just using that photo as a foil around which she
builds her argument. On pgs 45 and 46, she talks about two levels of
meaning in the photo of the mime. On one level, the photograph is
self-referential, meaning the mime is "acting out" or performing the
"act" of taking a photograph while he is simultaneously the "subject"
of a photograph. (A type of self-referential circle). On another
level, the shadows cast by the clothing and painted face of the mime
are the product of light, a fleeting instant (or trace), just like a
photograph itself. BOTH of the operations are a form doubling: one
on the level of performance (the photo of the mime acting the part of a
photographer) and one on the level of operation (the light casting
shadows captured by the camera).
What the heck does that even mean!?
I'm sending a memo to all mimes around the world - keep away from me!