l'ora di pranzo guanti di gomma impugnati in faccia; Moe Hazuki

It's midday at Moe's girl when the dreaded blue gloves come out during lunch! Unfazed, Moe keeps gossiping with friends, happily masticating her salad and egg sandwich as her cute face contorts into a revolting range of silly expressions. Watch agape as each ravenous bite packs her puffed cheeks and bulging eyes strain under rubber's unforgiving grip. Yet carefree Moe remains lost in giggles, her youthful beauty morphing into hideous masks. This avantgarde exhibit playfully subverts feminine ideals, reinventing a girl`s lunch hour as an erotic theatre of the absurd.