having now seen the collection in its potential final form we now know that these pieces weren't just created by man but by heartbreak, anguish, frustration, infidelity, lust, addiction, divorce and suffering one may imagine the head of a constantly changing beast
whatever you could imagine in poor taste is a new favorite game of the famous poor house, so hike up your skirt, spill champagne on the coffin get off her socks, spill red wine in the trash through kick-snare rhythms