Berlin-based webwork Female: Pressure runs solid outposts all over the internet, and it was from this particularly well-populated hub that Anna Cook’s “22/7” cruised into my peripherals: low-slung, high-viz, and leaving a puff of glow-in-the-dark decals in its wake. Dolphins and comets whiz around my head. Little sunglasses stick to my eyeballs. They’re actually x-ray specs and I’m suddenly surrounded by jangly skeletons with flickering neon bones.
On 22/7, I’m on a beach called Playa Paraiso. A pair of Scandinavian tourists wearing fluro speedos stroll by a palm tree that’s been bent over by the wind. A rippling dude reps pull-ups on its hunched trunk while beaming up at a thickly-tanned woman who is adjusting herself into the image of an 80s swimsuit model. Her impossibly arched back. Her sweat twinkles as it ricochets off of the sandy dance floor. 22 hours later, the clock strikes 10 and then splinters into shards of laser beams that splice through the haze of the smog machine.
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