When I was going to Barcelona, five or six members rushed me and ordered me to go see the exhibition at Sophie Kale. Street has been called a conceptual artist and, grabbing a crutch that is quite undeniable so as not to slip into slippery areas, I will say that it has been mainly devoted to photography.

I knew nothing about his work, and only when the staff of the room provided me with the map of the route did I know where all those smiles of complicity from my diners came from. There was a well-known work by Call, Prenez soin de vous (2007), a piece built around an abandonment email sent to the artist. Call took the title's farewell line seriously and started the generating machinery to take care of himself: She sent an email to 107 professional women so they could be treated with the tools of her field.

Thus, the viewer finds a minute and a half with a video: at a good pace and imitating wrestling marches a strong girl, yellow dress and loose hair, covering the face. It is found, with a delightful pleasure, with the interpretation of a language corrector, that is, with the same e-mail, dyed completely in red. He touches on the analysis of a criminologist, unable to take Criminal Minds's concern from his head, and as he reads he laughs at it, as the expert concludes that the sender of letters (without a name) is irrefutably a chronic egoistic: The word “I” appears 30 times in just 23 lines. He is already laughing with the work of an expert in refinement who, after every phrase in the email, inserts in parentheses his darts a little bit of snob, but exquisite irony.

At this point, our spectator has been drunk by the collective vengeance against that ancient pig, who dares to turn around a cowardice that words could not hide. Up to 107.

The writer, who surely knows how to deal better with men than with the ladies, is something that has never consented to diminish absolutely and without deeper reasoning, and that only by his own decision can he cut the veils from the bottom to the Brazilian, because he wants it and is more beautiful in what cannot suppose a hint of discretion. Contribution, a letter to the Street: he accuses him of giving too much importance to things of love even if he is a famous artist, of making women the center of his life with a man, since all of them are obsessed with men, as shown by the starting point and the development of the work. Your responsibility, the guilt of everything? Attentive, the classics come: at the expense of the ladies.

On the origin of this topic, the author does not say anything. All part of the nature that has always existed, such as the aesthetics of the depilated males, does not resign itself to investigating the contradictions: precisely a possessor of a fairly solid cultural capital, with a very high economic level, why does such a romantic rupture live? ; it is not even possible to suspect that by introducing the variable of desire in the relations between women and men, the accounts of the management and empowerment of the dynamics of dependence are triggered. But above all, do not forget the solidarity of the witches, the contemporary akelarre to which the sisters unite, since the purpose of the work is not to sit in the void and not to destroy the sender, but to empower themselves in a group.