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OPERATION HOAX : phase 1
" The show, as a whole, will be raw, fast paced, very "music video".
We'll have witnesses who will have lived amazing moments, but all of these things will be absolutely true.. " Sophie Favier
The setup :
So here we are, with a team of TV journalists who seemingly believe that Destroy-Escort is real (a joke web page about a service that rents alternative people for parties). A few phone calls later Destroy-Escort has a creation date, anecdotes to tell, and even customers. Everything is completely fake, of course...
According to a well-established tactic, one of us makes the phone calls while the other one takes notes about what the first one says when answering the journalist's questions. Each time those notes are compiled with all our other notes to serve us as story support during our next phone calls. Eventually we'll realize that we were too cautious when we wrote down everything in order to make sure we were never contradicting ourselves: the other side never checked anything. Regardless, here's the summary of all the notes we zealously took.
crobard Once our story has some real credibility we agree with them on a shooting time period that works well with the scheduled date for the studio recording part of the thing. I'll be at the end of February. The countdown has started. We now have to come up with an appropriate scenario, we have to convince the journalists that this the scenario that want to shoot, and of course we have to stage that ideal scenario. Once again, because of our excessive cautiousness, we propose to them several scenarios (all of them completely faked) so they have the feeling of having chosen the final one themselves, knowing that the constraints imposed by some of the scenarios make them unsuitable for their purpose.
You'll find here a list of all the proposed scenarios.
Just as we hoped it doesn't take them more than a week to select the scenario of Curt Ega's art exhibition opening.
Note that the name Curt Ega was specifically chosen because it's an anagram of the word "trucage" (i.e. "faking" or "special effect" in French), so nobody can accuse us of having been deceitful!
It's probably at that time that the most difficult part in this story took place: we had to find a phony artist, two fake punks, an adequate location, and of course extras for the exhibition opening. It's also at that time that the key phone calls we made at the very beginning came into play.
In a show of brilliance worthy of the greatest one of them found us our first punk, and in a flash of genius another one found us the location. This is probably the best part of this whole hoax, that is to say the real human adventure it became among all the people who agreed to participate in it without really knowing each other and all of them with the same conniving spirit. We should emphasize that at that point in time it means keeping the thing completely secret for several months.
A completely faked exhibit: Nativity by Curt Ega, at the Caves Saint-Sabin, 02/29/04
The phony artist is the one who's easiest to find. It obviously has to be Zefred, whom we have known for a long time through the internet, and whose culture and imposing presence seem ideal to us for that type of role. Not an artist or even an actor, he'll be one the pillars of our hoax. Phony artist with a name that's the anagram of "fake", artistic concepts beyond belief, and even faked art works (created in our living room by our children, aged 2, 6, and 8...).
The location is found fairly easily as well. The superb Caves Saint-Sabin are graciously put at our disposal, something for which we'd like to thank again the owner, for his involvement with this hoax.
Last we have to find two punks. The first one will be quite difficult to find and in the end it's the friend of a friend, Vivien Andasse, a professional actor, who will accept to play the part - which he will have to completely fake as far as he's concerned - pushing his dedication to extremes for us, since he agrees from the start to get a mohawk for the day of the shooting. This is unhoped-for for us: a real fake punk !
It's his enthusiasm that will get another friend of a friend, Benoit Puren, an actor and street artist, to go along with him and to go through the same aesthetic efforts for a part that's a bit less fake for him. Finally, we also have to acknowledge our extras, who for the most part where well known members of various alternative worlds.
You'll find here the list of the jokers who were involved with our hoax.
fake Once the main roles had been assigned, we let each of them free to grow their own persona and history, to give them their own reality. For example Curt Ega ended up being of Hungarian origin, spent many years in English-speaking countries until life and art were revealed to him following a car accident.
You'll find here all the details regarding his - fake - artistic work.
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The morning of February 29th is feverish. Here we are with a bag full of clothes of ours, armed with an electric razor and hair bleach, ready to make our two fake punks as unrecognizable but as credible as possible. fake Sunday February 29th, 11am, two punks and two normal looking individuals enter an apartment.
Sunday February 29th, 1pm, four punks leave the apartment.
What happened? (Click here to find out...)
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We arrive on location around 2pm. While we prepare the location for the fake exhibit (click here to see the videos) ; our two fake punks decide to give their new looks a try around the nearby Bastille Square (let us remind you that, in the case of Viven, this is an unique experience that will only last for a few hours).
The afternoon flies by and it's already 6pm when our first extras arrive for their briefing. For secrecy reasons some of them came without even really knowing what they were getting into. We introduce them to our fake punks and our phony artist, explain their roles to them, and it's already time for us to disappear ( we are not supposed to be there from the point of view of the journalists ).
We'll spend the next hour in a small adjacent room where people will come one at a time to describe to us the atmosphere during the fake exhibit (click here to see the pictures). The arrival of the journalists is a mini-earthquake, our two fake punks are ready for war, it's now or never...
Viven, who had stopped smoking, takes a few puffs on my cigarette and it's ready to puke his guts and with a beer bottle in his hand - an alcohol-free Tourtel stripped of its label for the occasion - that he enters the exhibit room, immediately getting into an argument with the journalists who had made us change several times the meeting time for an interview with, you guessed it, the punks.
Thrown off guard from the get go by this too-big-for-reality punk, they scramble to finish the shooting so fast that we end up thinking they've finally seen through our hoax.
hoax hoax hoax We are reassured the next morning when the journalist with tell us on the phone with an uneasy voice: "when we left one was pissing on the bar and the other one had his hand covered in blood, I don't know how it ended".
But we knew how it had ended ;-)

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