Look around you.
Do you see that we are only organic matter in decomposition, shaped by false truths?
That the useless has become essential, that exasperation covers the substance, that thought has been reduced to a sprint?
Our answer is “Libertà vigiliata”. Because we are not numbers in the service of statistics.
And freedom is not negotiable. Mediocrity cannot mean normality.
In this capsule and in particular in the “made in pain” garments we have brought our creativity to the service of dissent.
We shot at our own creations.
There is nothing more extreme than conceiving something perfect and then destroying it.
Because the shot is a wound, a gash. A sort of visual metamorphosis. A purification therapy
