Rich RANT

A series of images produced for my Degree based around a paragraph written by my friend Rich.
I asked him for him opinion on fashion in Leeds today. Images consisted of bold text [Helvetica], with sections of mannequins & delicate collage fragments. The completed series contained 13 images with typography, and was eventually made into a book.

So I'm sat and I'm talking to this agitated American Apparel advert who's drank too much coffee and this nihilistic sweatband with carefully constructed haircut which rather lends itself to the Wilhelm Gustloff, who happens to be listening to Hyper Crush and A Tribe Called Quest and Burzum, and he sits down and we, we are the new anti-bourgeois.
And we're all so liberal we're protesting to this invisible audience. And we all so embody MaCinnes contemplative prose that we've become vapid Sartre-esque vacuums of gentrification.
Yet everyone's worried about their dissertation in queer theory or descartes, but all anyone can do is shrug and look apathetic, push their non-prescriptions a bit further up their nose and nurture their penchant for irony, whilst gathering around their collection of single speeds like carrion over a fucking corpse.
The beat generation is dead, embrace hypocrisy.