Today's era of thematic relevance perpetuate the theme of "being yourself." Top 40 radio exudes that you are born this way or that you're a firework. However, my ongoing struggle is questioning how much of our brains are willfully our own ideas and not just a subconscious stamp of what we hear, see, and observe. Consumers are so inundated with media and pop culture that is subconsciously seeps into our cerebellums. We invest money into a multi-million dollar skeleton with a corporate backbone and capitalist heart. However, it's designers who produce such beautiful garments that help stimulate the financial blood flow of the industry. It's the name you're paying for. It's like I can feel the pair of Karl Lagerfeld pants wince in pain as I pierce a security tag through them at work.
The idea which burns my skull is how do I mold myself to attain a unique style and not fail as many before me have by obsessively trying to reach the top that only gets higher as they climb?
My latest work is taking high fashion and leveling it with street punk culture, blurring the lines between two opposite worlds on my own body. I'm taking how we view ourselves when we put high brand labels on and smearing it into the ground and getting it dirty. I've made myself become obsessed with Chanel, Moschino, Dolce&Gabbana, and Versace and to carefully observe their aesthetic in style and wealth. I study the shoppers at my store as they fondle a high label bag. It's not about how much you have in your wallet, but using what you have at your disposal now. Once you see the beauty in a low-brow accessory, it instantly attains more value than any price tag. It's making $5 look like $5,000.