Sunday Comics
You know it means no mercy, they caught him with a gun. No need for Sunday Comics, goodbye to the Brixton sun…You can crush us, you can bruise us, but you’ll have to answer to, the Sunday Comics.
Encounters with Anonymous: True to Life
Seeing the past, in stereo. Omar Willey’s latest musings on anonymous photographs.
Sunday Comics
Sunday Comics: it fillets, it chops, it dices, slices, never stops, lasts a lifetime, mows your lawn and it picks up the kids from school, it gets rid of unwanted facial hair, it gets rid of embarrassing age spots, it delivers a pizza, and it lengthens, and it strengthens, and it finds that slipper that’s been at large under the chaise lounge for several weeks.
Encounters with Anonymous: News
More thoughts on the poetics of the quotidian in anonymous photographs by Omar Willey.
Sunday Comics
You better squeeze all the Charmin you can while Mr. Whipple’s not around — stick your head in the Comix and get yourself a tan.
Encounters with Anonymous: Stock Photography
Thoughts on sequences, conceptual art, and mugging for the camera by Omar Willey.
Sunday Comics
Today is her birthday, they’re smoking cigars. He gives her Sunday Comics, and sews a bird in her knickers.
Sunday Comics
Across the nation, around the world: Everybody have fun tonight. It’s Sunday Comics, so spread the word.
Everybody have fun tonight!
Encounters with Anonymous: Needful Things
More photographic musings from Omar Willey.
Sunday Comics
Roforofo don change them, them go look like twins. You no go know who be who, Sunday Comics don change them — them go look like twins, you no go know who be who. You no go know your friend from who.
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