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enter me orally, i'll swollow you whole

Sadistic Swingclub - design and conception of the entrance installation
concept development and production of a performative event at Hectolitre with Sadistic, Brussels '24
contact : marie@malingreau.com - @maisonmiet
Poster, title and food design for 'The World is My Idea'
a shortfilm by Alexander Wolfgang Smadja
Sensory Celebration
live drawing, concept development and production for a performative, participative & celebratory event at Beursschouwburg
with Jezebel Studio and Sadistic, Brussels '24

Poster design by maisonmiet x Mathilde Cominotto
Pictures by Alice Dooreman
part of @sadisticcccccccc
Pictures taken by Alice Dooreman, Floor & Astrid

La posédé

A painting I started during my residency at the Rubenscastle in the programme of Storiesunfoldbe (2023) and finished during a mini in-house residency in the studio @max_brussels

Inspired by the one and only Peter Paul Rubens and the act of exorcism on “possessed woman” during the 17th century
Yawning portal
sadistic swingclub
hectolitre
i was an egg inside of an egg inside her
untangling
UNDER CONSTRUCTION BUT CLICK AWAY OR CONTACT 
ME
creature of habit: Gaiko AV show
ghostryder

getting angry at the top of my mind, mismatching knowledge of towards and backwards,
confusion bringing me eye to eye with other angry people
all looking at you they are all looking at you screaming at you judging you calling you names
because you
weren’t
paying
attention
Nothing Grows on Salt
A mishmash of artists and performers revived a former swingers club in the heart of the Marolles, and turned it into a Sadistic Swingclub for one day.
You joined us on a trans-intestinal
adventure, entering through the
mouth, swallowed by
holy organ tunes, to be submerged
in the belly of the building, a cathedral of slime, lubricated though feeling
sticky. This is where Tarandtula weaves
her latex web, spied on and lasered down by bald stalkers lurking in the shadows. Someone’s coughing and spitting in the shower. Music to your ears, but the drop never comes. Those who were there, have inconsistent memories of details only they seem to have noticed. Were you really there? Did you ever leave?