Guerilla performance

Mother Don't Walk Me To the Door

Solyanka Club, Moscow

November 2015

I continued the same way this time, changing the color of the flowers (this time all green). The dress code was said Russian folk but added politely, "you can be whatever". First problem happened at the door as I didn't have any mouth to explain I was authorized to be "whatever" - and the security played strict: "the dress code is Russian, you don't fit here tonight". -7C weren't helpful either, especially for the exposed part. Once I was in, everyone happened to be too drunk already (as the drinking theme of the night was pure vodka consumed direct from he bottle), so there were almost no selfies yet a lot of grabbing, even some violent blowjobs and other harassing attempts which I was unable to resist as I had to keep my hands up by the terms of my performance and wasn't seeing much. When one of the guests tried to puke on me I decided to stop the performance and left. In a few days I found quite a few serious followers of my performance online - many were asking rhetorically whether they saw that Cellophane Man in reality or they just had too much vodka, and others been posting their cats wrapped up with film and looking quite touching.