I am working on a book titled Fashion=Death. It’s about how the contemporary fashion industry—with its fast-forward demands of production and byproduct environmental desiccation—propels us towards death, all the while distracting us from the reality of death through the spectacle of youth, the thrill cycle of consumption, and the labor of plastic beauty. It’s about the irony that no one finds it ironic that sales of Alexander McQueen’s skull-print goods have soared in the wake of his suicide; memento mori. It’s about the relationship between power, sex, and death, which Harmony Korine captures in the ripe, tan, gun-wielding bodies of Disney princesses in Spring Breakers. It’s about how fashion figures like Karl Lagerfeld exist in the public eye as pure legacy, as if they were already dead. It’s about the imagined permanence of image and object, and the impermanence of Life. It’s about all this and more (I know you want to read it). This is that book’s mood board.
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