[dropcap]Remember[/dropcap] that scene with the lipstick in David Lynch’s Wild at Heart? NYC’s Winkie sure does remember in their video for Tasting My Heart For The First Time. The video is directed by PP+OD (PRIMA PRIMO + Olimpia Dior) and is the second video (following At Night They Dreamed of Revenge) from Winkie’s sophomore release Come To My Party, which was released by American Primitive on February 19, 2016.
Winkie’s Pter Santiago had this to say about the video:
The application of makeup and use of an extreme letterbox frame are developing our idea of a “mask”. Something we also incorporate into our live performances. Someone shared a quote with us from Tom Robbins novel Jitterbug Perfume that relates to this idea:
“A mask has but one expression, frozen and eternal, yet it is always and ever the essential expression, and to hide one’s telltale flesh behind the external skeleton of the mask is to display the universal identity of the inner being in place of the outer identity that is transitory and corrupt. The freedom of the masked is not the vulgar political freedom of the successful revolutionary, but the magical freedom of the Divine, beyond politics and beyond success. A mask, any mask, whether horned like a beast or feathered like an angel, is the face of immortality. Meet me in Cognito, baby. In Cognito, we’ll have nothing to hide.”
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