Luke Gilford at Eiffel Society: Life is Art Collective Portraits

Luke Gilford: I would like you to do a ritual. I would like your to bury eachother...

Tora Lopez: A ritual? Oh that is SO unusual for us. ...He he he.

LG: You four, go into a pile in the compost. This is very beautiful. ...The two of you will drive up- you, take off your clothes as well. Ok, all of you are naked... Now you four, get in the car, yes, you two in the trunk. The four of you, I would like you to splay yourselves out in the compost. Yes, like that. Tom will pull up and the red taillights will shine on you, then you will be buried.

Kirsha Kaechele: Please tell us the car is almost here!!! (bugs crawling, Camphor mulch in the compost burning!) Please tell us it is almost here!

LG: Yes, that is perfect. Okay, I want you to really feel like you are dead now.

KK: Ahhhhhh!!!!!!

LG: Good. A little more open with your right leg. That's perfect.

TL: Remember the Ayahuasca session you had, where the bugs were eating your flesh?

KK: Yes! Well I would like to be buried like this AFTER my nerves have ceased to experience!!!

Elliott Coon: (Nothing. Perfect Calm.)

Pamala Bishop: (Sleeping, upstairs in Eiffel.)

Gilford had us in a pile, buried, while onlookers stood shocked or awestruck. "Yes, it is for Eiffel Society" he explained simply as eight partially buried naked bodies lay in a heap on St Charles Avenue (a very formal, conservative, New Orleans avenue. ...If you were a fifth generation neurosurgeon, of retirement age, you might live here).