As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone hump
and your ten inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Todd Browning's freak you was
Crawling down the alley on your hands and knee
I'm sure you're not protected, for it's plain to see
Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will,
mannequins with kill appeal
Bowie - Diamond Dogs >[link]
If photography were a religion in the Czech Republic than Martin
would be the Father, Jakub the Son and Dag the Holy Ghost.
In their work there's a bewildering consistency, like three
different people sharing the same dream.
And in each there's a feeling of mystery and buried underneath,
cryptic clues that seem to point to some greater revelation.
or maybe not....