Capturing key events that shaped my identity, “Husks”, a photography series, breaks me down through 5 outfits-(
[-Outfit_1: Androider
I’m burning; my hoodie unzips. Neck is tied, lungs are empty. It’s so hard to breathe. I have no face; my mask gags me. I cannot scream to the siren call - I fall. Comatose, plugged to machines, I. Can. Feel - Finally. For numbness hurts, oh how it hurts-(
[-Further Details:
Hollowed by anti-anxiety medication, only risk could give me life. Gone, together, to a grave, a lord’s monument, we drank. Drank for an escape. I knew I was hurting myself, but I couldn’t care. We listened to misery, pain. Ironic when we played Lifelover, for I was ending myself the same way as B. I thought back to my outfit; it was numb - was this my outro? I played Cry Of Fear, dressed like Simon, a mentally disturbed paraplegic taking antidepressants, full of spite. That was funny, too. In a way, I thought myself disabled; I couldn’t stand it anymore-(
[-Credits:
+Photography & Assistance: E.C
+Set Assistance: S.J & @000asche-(
[-Wearing:
+Surgical Mask
+Lifelover Erotik Tee
+SS23 Maison Margiela Chain w/Santa Muerte Pendant