The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
The project was born in response to the passing of an unaccompanied homeless individual in 2018, a person without known family or friends. Her death was cataloged—reduced to data archived in newsrooms and on digital servers. Yet, if this data remains untouched, and her memory fades into obscurity, does her existence persist? She lingers and remains unseen—a paradoxical state of both presence and absence. Within the digital void, she exists as a spectral trace, haunting the silence, waiting to be rediscovered, forever closed in on herself.
Such is the nature of ghosts—the living create them. We resurrect the departed in our own ways, through rituals, texts, and the intangible recipes of memory. We read, we create, we consume, and through this, we invite the dead to inhabit us once more. This project is an assemblage of fragments—an exploration of the processes through which we become haunted by the past.
WHERE LEGENDS ARE MADE AND LIES ARE TOLD (graduation project). Originated by this divine union of @parishilton @britneyspears @lindsaylohan (aka the Holy Trinity <3) the night of the infamous Bimbo Summit, WLAMALAT is the visual and critical translation of my obsession for the #y2k it-girls and #popculture in general. Mixing a religious with a highly commercial aesthetic, the project questions several topics such as women representation in the mass media, visual/celebrity culture consumption and new belief systems.
WHERE LEGENDS ARE MADE AND LIES ARE TOLD (graduation project). Originated by this divine union of @parishilton @britneyspears @lindsaylohan (aka the Holy Trinity <3) the night of the infamous Bimbo Summit, WLAMALAT is the visual and critical translation of my obsession for the #y2k it-girls and #popculture in general. Mixing a religious with a highly commercial aesthetic, the project questions several topics such as women representation in the mass media, visual/celebrity culture consumption and new belief systems.
WHERE LEGENDS ARE MADE AND LIES ARE TOLD (graduation project). Originated by this divine union of @parishilton @britneyspears @lindsaylohan (aka the Holy Trinity <3) the night of the infamous Bimbo Summit, WLAMALAT is the visual and critical translation of my obsession for the #y2k it-girls and #popculture in general. Mixing a religious with a highly commercial aesthetic, the project questions several topics such as women representation in the mass media, visual/celebrity culture consumption and new belief systems.
WHERE LEGENDS ARE MADE AND LIES ARE TOLD (graduation project). Originated by this divine union of @parishilton @britneyspears @lindsaylohan (aka the Holy Trinity <3) the night of the infamous Bimbo Summit, WLAMALAT is the visual and critical translation of my obsession for the #y2k it-girls and #popculture in general. Mixing a religious with a highly commercial aesthetic, the project questions several topics such as women representation in the mass media, visual/celebrity culture consumption and new belief systems.
WHERE LEGENDS ARE MADE AND LIES ARE TOLD (graduation project). Originated by this divine union of @parishilton @britneyspears @lindsaylohan (aka the Holy Trinity <3) the night of the infamous Bimbo Summit, WLAMALAT is the visual and critical translation of my obsession for the #y2k it-girls and #popculture in general. Mixing a religious with a highly commercial aesthetic, the project questions several topics such as women representation in the mass media, visual/celebrity culture consumption and new belief systems.
WHERE LEGENDS ARE MADE AND LIES ARE TOLD (graduation project). Originated by this divine union of @parishilton @britneyspears @lindsaylohan (aka the Holy Trinity <3) the night of the infamous Bimbo Summit, WLAMALAT is the visual and critical translation of my obsession for the #y2k it-girls and #popculture in general. Mixing a religious with a highly commercial aesthetic, the project questions several topics such as women representation in the mass media, visual/celebrity culture consumption and new belief systems.