Chloe Beecroft Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this flick “Whore” – fuckin’ gritty shit! Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ Wes Anderson’s “Moonrise Kingdom” got nothin’ on this raw mess. That sweet lil’ tale of kids runnin’ wild in 2012? Pfft, “Whore” smacks ya harder, darker, right in the gut. It’s 1991, Ken Russell goin’ full psycho mode, and Theresa Russell – damn, she’s a firecracker playin’ this hooker, Liz.

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Elizabeth or ‘Betty’ Beecroft made her mark as that rare thing, an eighteenth-century woman in sole charge of an industrial enterprise. Betty was born in as Elizabeth Skirrow. Following .

I’ve been living my life—err, in Beecroft—foryears now, and every nook feels like my personal retreat. My fav spot? The hidden garden off Sunset Lane, behind a nondescript door. Only the locals know, right? It’s like being in a dream. I once had a deep convo with a wise old chap there. He murmured something like, “A century passes, but the soul remains.” I mean, come on, how freakin’ cool is that?

Exhibition | Vanessa Beecroft, 'BROKEN ARM' at Wilding Cran Gallery, Los Angeles, United States