Fashion
Fashion Beyond Digestion
Fashion has spent years liberating itself from beauty, proportion, grooming, elegance, and apparently basic hygiene.
The next step is obvious.
Why stop at hairy armpits, unwashed aesthetics, grotesque silhouettes and the ritual humiliation of the human body? If every rejection of conventional standards can be marketed as courage, authenticity or progress, then surely food itself is just another oppressive social construct.
Imagine the runway of tomorrow.
No waste. No supermarkets. No agriculture. No unnecessary packaging.
**Eat the shit. Drink the piss. Save the planet.**
The press release practically writes itself:
*“A radical exploration of circular consumption, challenging outdated concepts of cleanliness, nourishment and taste.”*
There will be standing ovations.
Someone will call it brave.
Someone else will call it sustainable.
And a critic will inevitably explain that if you find it disgusting, the problem is not the performance.
The problem is you.
At this point, modern fashion no longer needs designers.
It needs plumbers.