When we look at the world (bleak, grim) and think, "Where is the art?", we just close our eyes, click our heels thrice, and repeat this mantra: Aaron Flynn! Aaron Flynn! Aaron Flynn! How to categorize the output of this wunderkind? Painter of totemic animalistic heraldry, window-dresser extraordinaire (the window of Parisian-influenced Blackmail is a regular Flynn "canvas"), concert-poster ideographer, frequent collaborator (Ben Aqua, Billy Beasty, amongst others) – in other words – life magician. And like the best conjurers, one isn't aware of the mountains of work (Sweat! Tears! Nail Polish!) that go into such arty productions, only that the world is made better, brighter, and entirely anew with each flourish of this foppish faun's fingers.
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