When Sandrine and I were walking in Brussels last week, we noticed that a church was undergoing some repairs to its facade. The fabric hung around the scaffolding has an image of what the face of the church as it "should" look. Given I had just been reading Susan Sontag's "Notes on 'Camp'" I began to wonder if there was enough effort and love put into the image on the fabric to qualify. I think the fact that it looks fake despite the effort to make it look accurate and that I find such pleasure in this artificial facade, it might well count as an encounter with Camp.
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