In facing the lens and addressing an intangible audience, the face on the web becomes a disturbing mirror of its own growing dehumanization. Everyday makeup dissects this artificial mask by discovering the raw and pulsating matter of which it is made. The digital image is gutted and broken down, finally revealing its atom, its pure essence: the pixel. This autopsy process of the internettian non-body thus allows us to go back to an aesthetic root in which thought is not filtered and in which entertainment is reduced to an inevitable colored chaos.
