Welcome to the Wunderkammer of Kafka Vodka: sculpture

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16.8.10

boys and girls, boys and bows.

pretty monsters, beautiful creepers.

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STREET ART/installations.

Impact point, soul star: a splattering of interglactic tidalwaves & braindance sonatas

mmm, brains.....hungry yet? :p

WELCOME TO THE DAYGLO SUPERFUTURE

resetcouture is an ever evolving collective of revolutionary and visionary creative rogues. we are an independent conceptual fashion project, avant garde clothing line and so much more.

many of our projects are about those fine lines, those inbetweens, those hollow places inside and all those shadowy blurred impressions we cant put into words.

we live in that odd space between of nothingness and not being where we create impossible realities.
some of these shoots and editorials are in strange places that you wouldn't really expect, enhancing contrasts, drawing connections, creating patterns.
we are bold and have no fear.....we often make a mess.
sometimes thoughtfully articulated....at others strikingly raw and refreshing.
we do weird stuff that we often cant explain.......(do the words yet exist?)
we are nothing and everything all at once: elusive and vague one minute, exposed and vulnerable the next...
just when you think you know who and what we are, where we go and why we do...
we'll flip the switch.
we can be anybody, anything. we make good chameleons.
we are all constantly dreaming, nightmaring, hallucinating....
these colors, shapes, lines, forms, systems are perpetual motion, spreading magical sensations.

welcome to the future.

this is not about a specific scene or historical reference, nor is it even about fashion in general.
fashion is the current medium in our world, a space where the medium can be whatever form of untruth we wish.
these bodies represent a moment in time in our own personal developments, a transition of passage, a superconsciousness, an emergence of a surrealist dreamscape....
conceptually heavy but translated through the lens of a tokyo pop neutron bomb,
a symphony arranged, a social gesture, an intrinsic model...
the progress is constant....the contradiction inherent....the falsity weighted in doublespeak.

we are always searching for something more than what lies on the fragile surface of illusions....
slip behind the veil and meet us on the other side.
we like abstraction, surrealism and contradictions.
WE ARE AVANT COUTURE