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Color is a fiction nothing more than a distraction to keep us from noticing how things look in the light In black and white, machines look like monsters Automobiles are blights on the landscape Color is a fiction allowing us to fake emotions with perfect gums perfectly tanned skin carefully applied lipstick tattoos In black and white, you can always tell when someone is really smiling or just humoring you The simplicity of the camera forces us into honesty listen: There are no black or brown or Arabesque men in black and white. There are only gray men: tired and terrified, in a baseball cap or a top hat. again: the latest fashions look passe in black-and-white facades melt under the purity and intensity of that image eyes are still bloodshot; but now you can see the lines behind them the creases around them. Everyone looks equally beautiful; some in a terribly flawed way, of course, but no one looks like a movie star or a frat boy or a junkie but merely like monochromic human beings. Color is a fiction. When we look at things in black-and-white, we see ourselves not as a brilliant potporri of visions and cultures, religions and heritages or even as niggers and kikes and wops and micks, but just as one failed species.
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