Fashion Studio – Text + Fashion

When brief of incorporating into some thing wearable came to me, I was leaning towards using words to describe the emotions and the headspace that I was in/am in. Using text for other reasons; decorative, political messaging, definitely crossed my mind, however, wanting to use text in line with my inwards feelings was felt more than appropriate.

I had spoken to Andrea about the project and she mentioned using the bathrobes that I’ve been wearing everyday, and developing them into a project. The idea was rather appealing to me but as I started planning things out, I didn’t feel particularly passionate about it.

Music has been a major part the past 5 months that I’ve been isolating and a song in particular has been on repeat. ‘Surrender’ by NF.

When brainstorming for materials to use for the project, I had found a roll of compostable bin liners that I had bought to place my worn clothes into. There was still a substaintial number of bin liners, I went ahead with them.

Music has been a major part the past 5 months that I’ve been isolating and a song in particular has been on repeat. ‘Paralysed’ by NF.

Thereby, I cut and opened the bin liners up into a large rectangles and haphazrdly wrote the lyrics of ‘Paralysed’ on them while listening to the song.

When did I become so numb?
When did I lose myself?
All the words that leave my tongue
Feel like they came from someone else
I’m paralyzed
Where are my feelings?
I no longer feel things
I know I should
I’m paralyzed
Where is the real me?
I’m lost and it kills me inside
I’m paralyzed
When did I become so cold?
When did I become ashamed? (oh)
Where’s the person that I know?
They must have left
They must have left
With all my faith
I’m paralyzed
Where are my feelings?
I no longer feel things
I know I should
I’m paralyzed
Where is the real me?
I’m lost and it kills me inside
I’m paralyzed
I’m paralyzed
I’m scared to live but I’m scared to die
And if life is pain then I buried mine a long time ago
But it’s still alive
And it’s taking over me where am I?
I wanna feel something, I’m numb inside
But I don’t feel nothing, I wonder why
I’m in the race of life and time passed by
Look, I sit back and I watch it
Hands in my pockets
Waves come crashing over me but I just watch ’em
I just watch ’em
I’m underwater but I feel like I’m on top of it
I’m at the bottom and I don’t know what the problem is
I’m in a box
But I’m the one who locked me in
Suffocating and I’m running out of oxygen
I’m paralyzed
Where are my feelings?
I no longer feel things
I know I should
I’m paralyzed
Where is the real me?
I’m lost and it kills me inside
I’m paralyzed (I’m just so paralyzed)
Where are my feelings? (yeah, I’m just so paralyzed)
I no longer feel things (I have no feelings)
I know I should (oh how come I’m not moving why aren’t I moving ay yeah)
I’m paralyzed
Where is the real me? (where is the real me, where is the real me?)
I’m lost and it kills me inside (I’m paralyzed, I’m paralyzed)
I’m paralyzed (I’m paralyzed)

I then started manipulating them by cutting out circles to act as armholes and putting them on my body and photographing them.

 

Development 1

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Gradually, as I cut, strecthed the bin liners, a silhouette began to take place. The pieces were fastened to the body with knots. The bin liners that were not written on instead were manipulated by stretching them.

 

Final 1

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Close Up 1

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