Stories From the Future: A Fashion Rebel’s Journey from Trash to Treasures
Life in 2050
My heart races as I think about tomorrow’s show. This is going to be something special, something that will make a lasting impact on the world. People may call me crazy, but I see beauty in the unconventional, the forgotten, and the discarded.
I have always been drawn to the unusual and the imperfect. To me, that’s where the real beauty lies. That’s why I love taking ordinary, everyday things and turning them into works of art. I know that my fashion show tomorrow will be no different. I want to inspire others to see the beauty in the unconventional, to challenge the status quo, and to make a statement. I want people to feel something, for once in their lives to actually feel something.
My work is not just about creating something to wear, but something with meaning, something that adds value to this otherwise meaningless world. I don’t like labels, I am not just an additive engineer. I live to create stylish fashion pieces that defy convention. My “beauties from blemishes”, I want my designs to be more than just pretty clothes. I want them to inspire people to think, to see the world in a different way. I want to add a little bit of magic and wonder to this bland and dull existence. With every piece I create, I strive to make a statement, to make a difference.
The old abandoned city is my muse, my source of creativity. The streets are littered with forgotten treasures — antique cars, broken machinery, and discarded technologies that are now nothing more than scrap metal. It’s as if the residents of this city simply vanished into thin air, leaving behind a ghost town of their former lives.
Liya tells me that this was once a bustling hub of activity, filled with families and businesses, but then the great migration happened. People were forced to flee, to escape some unknown disaster, and they had to leave behind so much of what they loved. Now, the city is a relic of what it once was, and it’s hard not to feel a sense of sadness when I walk its streets. I can imagine the sounds of laughter and bustling activity that once filled the air, but now all I hear is the sound of my footsteps echoing against the pavement.
Despite its state of decay, there’s something truly captivating about this city and I can’t help but be drawn to its secrets and mysteries. I sometimes wonder what stories these abandoned buildings and forgotten machines would tell if they could speak. I try to thread the wonder of this place and its stories and its people into the wearable works of art that I create.
It’s almost a case of bringing life from death. My process of promession is a taken from an old burial process. I take the pieces of discarded waste that I find in the old city and freeze dry them to create the particles that I use in my filament. The end result? Clothes unlike anything anyone has ever seen. The materials are raw, authentic, and have a story to tell.
It’s like alchemy, taking something that was once considered dead and worthless and turning it into a treasure with new life. With each piece I create, I’m not just making clothes, I’m making a statement. I’m challenging the status quo and showcasing what can be achieved when we stop and think about what we’re discarding. I’m pushing the boundaries of what’s possible and doing my part to make this world a better place.