“Camp taste turns its back on the good-bad axis of ordinary aesthetic judgment. Camp doesn’t reverse things. It doesn’t argue that good is bad, or that bad is good. What is does is to offer for art (and life) a different - a supplementary - set of standards.”—Susan Sontag, Notes on Camp (1964)
“Wearing a mask I am on all fours with my nose almost touching the nose of a wolf. Our eyes united in a look, yet I remain hidden behind myself and the wolf hidden behind himself; we are divided by our separate bodies. However deeply we look into each other’s eyes a transparent wall divides us from explosion where the looks cross outside our bodies.
If by some sage power I could capture that explosion, that mysterious area outside where the wolf and I are one, perhaps then the first door would open and reveal the chamber beyond.”—