this project is part of a series [see video and collages] made while in residency in kuala lumpur, malaysia.
* the title of this project comes from a quote by pakistani writer ziauddin sardar : “malling, as i named the act of wandering aimlessly around the innumerable shopping centres that sprout up everywhere like a secondary jungle undergrowth...” (the consumption of kuala lumpur, reaktion books, london, 2000).
from the french presentation text:
the project of invading the sound system of a shopping mall de luxe with a soundtrack that played continuously in elevators and common areas. came about as part of an artistic residency in kuala lumpur. we were invited by the malaysian ministry of culture and the french consulate to intervene the space of kuala lumpur's finest shopping mall. while exploring the potential work spaces between the louis vuitton and dior boutiques and the fine art galleries on the top floor, there was a certain something that kept me from fully enjoying this glazed experience, a constant buzz, if you will. by the end of the day I will go back to the hotel humming to the complete works of the gypsy kings (easy listening version). unable to afford myself a nice watercolour from a local artist, i came home with starhill's sound system's playlist ingrained...[click here to continue reading][click here to hide text]
later that week, i went to a concert of local artists with the hope of getting volare out of my head. listening to the post-rock / post-core sound of akta ankasa (malaysia's godspeed! you black emperor), the indie pop of couple , and the works of local sound artist, it occurred to me that the space i wanted to intervene was that of the sound. an installation to be played, instead of shown, through the speakers all around the seven floors of starhill.
to that end i invited malaysian musicians and sound artists to propose the sounds they would like the local shoppers to hear while strolling at starhill, and i also asked some of my favourite musicians to lend me their music, the tracks that i would like to hear while malling in kuala lumpur.
finally, i altered, stole or simply cut and pasted songs that i've heard endlessly in elevators, at doctor's offices and, of course, at shopping centres... finding out that most of them were, go figure, french."