For the heavenly fire no longer strikes depraved cities, it is rather the lens which cuts through ordinary reality like a laser, putting it to death. — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
“The whole gestural system of work was also obscene, in sharp contrast to the miniaturized and abstract gestural system of control to which it… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
“We will live in this world, which for us has all the disquieting strangeness of the desert and of the simulacrum, with all the… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
Holidays are in no sense an alternative to the congestion and bustle of the cities and work. Quite the contrary. People look to escape… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world. — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
The sickly cultural pathos which the whole of France indulges in, that fetishism of the cultural heritage. — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
“We need a visible past, a visible continuum, a visible myth of origin to reassure us as to our ends, since ultimately we have… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
History that repeats itself turns to farce. Farce that repeats itself turns to history. — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
Perhaps our eyes are merely a blank film which is taken from us after our deaths to be developed elsewhere and screened as our… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
If everything is perfect, language is useless. This is true for animals. If animals don't speak, it's because everything's perfect for them. If one… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
When the real is no longer what it used to be, nostalgia assumes its full meaning. — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
With the truth, you need to get rid of it as soon as possible and pass it on to someone else. As with illness,… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
