Every glance thrown at them is rebounded to the observer, crashing on glasses that overturn it. The dance floor remains imprinted on the lenses of these adolescents at the edge of a political change. RM 

Just today I got some new glasses made. The frame is by some Japanese brand I think, black with dark metallic elements. I opted for lenses that tempt with UV rays. In the sun, the windows will turn grey. The optician told me about the evolution of lenses, how quickly they will change from clear to colored. A new pair of glasses is a bit like choosing new shoes or a belt. But, personally, I've been wearing them every day for over 25 years. I vividly remember the first time I had to get them done. I was in the first year of university. It was a bit like becoming an adult. I had chosen some very common ovals made of grey metal. I was becoming a caricature of what I thought I could become, an intellectual patient.

My whole family wears glasses. We have all kinds of them, some we wear with class, others with a slight shame, but they are by no means a heterogeneous object in our history. But, above all, I remember that as a child I used to play with the glasses that my mother left in the glove compartment of her car. It was the early 1980s and her glasses were an old pair that she had left there, in case she lost the ones she was wearing, they had those typical huge rounded rectangular frames. Giving myself a headache with my sisters in the car while wearing my mother's glasses for fun was more than an obvious elegance. Slightly colored, it seemed to us that they kept the world at a distance. And behind the wheel there were all possible ways.

Now that I think about it, I'm writing all of this. Never before seeing a first version of the installation imagined by Real Madrid for l’Ascensore had I considered glasses as a possible screen to reality. Yet it is obvious. Glasses are like a simple metaphor of the quality of our way of looking at the world and of how this gaze is part of our identity. I wonder why Duchamp, who wore them, was no longer explicit on this subject. Certainly he produced the témoins oculistes (eyewitnesses) in his research on large glass, but not ready-made eyewear. Perhaps precisely because glasses cannot be ready-made. It is not an object, it is a hollow space.

The Real Madrid installation plays on the concept of this filter. The screens, the glasses are only fragments of a fatal filter that we carry with us. It protects us a little, but above all it doesn't fix anything. Create a void, a small space, a film. This exhibition It has been raining piss for 10 days reminds us that the world is full of these little moments, these moments of slight change. This space is the space of memories, art, poetry, but it does not exclude at all that you continue to drop your glasses and see the world in the reality of his brutality and his struggles. I really like the weird and annoying thing about my glasses that get colored when it rains because of the UV rays. I am confused, halfway, at rather ridiculous point, with reality with all the obstacles that I have to admit to putting between us.