Lilly McElroy (2008)


Lilly McElroy

Chicago Journal by Kristin Gehring

We thought we’d give art exhibits a pass this weekend. But everything changed when we heard about the exhibit at Thomas Robertello Gallery, 939 W. Randolph St. (thomasrobertello.com). Lilly McElroy’s I throw myself at men is “a project incorporating performative photographs of Lilly going to a lot of bars where she literally throws herself at men.”

Stand still, stupid

We must immediately see this show. We’re going right now. Wait a minute, we have to change our shoes and dab on a little perfume. A lifetime of stifling an urge and now it’s apparently O.K. to just do it, at least according to McElroy, who “uses her body as a projectile hurling herself toward strong, vulnerable hominis-cum-receptaculi waiting to catch her.” Oh man, this is going to be fun. Wait, we’re going to change our shoes again. Perhaps running shoes would be better than our spike heel sling-backs. We’re off! Wait, we’re going back to get that small exercise trampoline, for better take-off. Actually, we’ll probably find a lot more hominis-cum-receptaculi targets if we wait until the exhibit opens, on Friday, March 14, from 6 to 9 p.m. Our initial strategy will be to aim for those not holding glasses of wine. Wait a minute, we’re going back to get a raincoat. Then we’re just going to sit down in our running shoes and raincoat, our trampoline on our lap, and wait until Friday at 6 p.m. This is better than Christmas.

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