Softcover, saddle stitched, b/w illustrations, English text.
Introduction by Mélyi József
Does anyone remember Plastic Bertrand? They thought he’d be unforgettable. And do you remember when the word plastic had a positive ring to it? In a scene from Mad Men a child is running around with a plastic bag over his head and his mother doesn’t bat an eyelash. It was the sixties. But even then, usage of the word could be confusing: plastic bomb, plastic surgery, plastic sculpture. Let us build an imaginary bridge between Henry Moore and rubbery explosives. Naturally, I’m building mine out of plastic. I can’t imagine it any other way. Plastic is the pre-manufactured utopia of the past. Plastic is the present. Plastic Bertrand is sure to make a comeback soon. Ça plane pour moi.
Published by Innen, Geneva.