Imagine opening up your instagram to check out how your friends are doing, seeing what cute thing your nephew did last week, look at holiday pics from co-workers, see shots from shows your best mate went to recently...
Now imagine there’s NONE of that, and your entire self-selected instagram feed is FOOD. Greasy, cheesy, porno shots of fast food, over and over and over and over, endlessly.
Chantal doesn’t just eat food. She breathes food, she eye-rapes food, she swims in food, she injects food, chases food, lusts after food, fantasizes about food, plans the food, hoards the food, orders the food, hides the food, counts the food, envies the food...then turns it all into shit in an overloaded toilet. Then goes online and follows more food channels and food blogs and food instagrams and food shows and scrolls through more pictures of food, over and over, rubbing her greasy trotters on the phone as she thumbs through an endless feed of cheese and meat and bread porn, never satisfied, always wanting more.
And that’s her life.
If you wrote her into a Lynch film, everyone would laugh at how absurd it was.