Large department stores, with their luxuriant abundance of canned goods, foods, and clothing, are like the primary landscape and the geometrical locus of affluence. Streets with overcrowded and glittering store windowsthe displays of delicacies, and all the scenes of alimentary… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
A woman spent all Christmas Day in a telephone box without ringing anyone. If someone comes to phone, she leaves the box, then resumes her place afterwards. No one calls her either, but from a window in the street, someone… — 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
