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Burn your bra. The phrase doesn't get much voice anymore, as the advancement of feminism is countered by today's ever-present porn industry and freaky surgery makeovers.
The surreal circus-like atmosphere in which we live, make the bras of Laura Jacobs no less startling. Incorporating everything from crab claws and fish heads to antique glass and mother of pearl, their wall-borne, gravity-defying flight gives voice to the shapes that lie behind, concealed like soft pills of great potency...
"Are We Crabby?"
We are here, you want to look at us. Breasts are symbols of -- and vehicles for -- power.. Like the twinned temples of Angkor Wat or any ancient shrine, Jacobs has made temples to befit them, define them and sometimes hold them, in ridicule.
The new shoes by Laura Jacobs are straight out of a modern fairy tale. With titles like "Pluck Me Pumps" , "Ack! Shoe Puncture" and "Slipper A Pill" these little iron maidens, divulge as much as any other torturous reflection of wealth power and success. What women will put up with.
Laura Jacobs repesented by Hart Galleries: Carmel , Palm Desert - www.hartgallery.com/
The Karen Lynn Galleries in Boca Raton & Beverly Hills