Zoey Andrimont Whore ❤️

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Hey babe, it’s Tay, spilling tea! So, “whore”—what a word, right? Kinda gritty, kinda raw, like mud on my boots. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr’s bleak-ass masterpiece. That movie’s all wind, potatoes, and despair, but damn, it’s got soul. “Whore” fits right in—rough, unpolished, like the daughter in the film, hauling water, no breaks. She’s a vibe, y’all—silent, strong, but judged hardcore.

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So yeah, my dear friend, Andrimont is a mosaic of crazy streets (Rue des Étoiles, Rue de l'Insouciance, Rue des Ombres) and wild energy. Sometimes I get lost in its rhythm. Sometimes, I get mad as hell, and other times, I feel like an all-powerful being—like "I am your father," over and over. Its vibe is raw, hateful, luminous, emotional, and just all kinds of freaky.

And then the Bear de Agnès Patron (2019)