Tales of worn clothes and circular fashion.
In partnership with Visual Artist and Photographer Sandra Junker I document worn down clothes. The project aims at showing how volatile our clothes are. They are being used up: Fibres are lost during wear and wash and contaminate our environments and bodies through water ways, air and our food chains. In oder to not only tackle GHG but also microplastics emissions we advocate for a smart application of Circularity in the fashion industry. We advocate for a smart application of Circularity in the fashion industry and envision a future where our old clothes could be reborn as a mushroom. And we would like to create more awareness among consumers to treat their garments well in order to prolong their life.
The pictures are taken in backlight and show areas of tear, wear and repair.
The presentation is reminiscent of microscopic examinations and is intended to draw attention to something that we do not often get to see: Worn clothing. To really stimulate a rethink and focus on longevity and long periods of use, it helps to change our viewing habits.
When was the last time you saw a pair of broken pants and appreciated them instead of devaluing them?
I'd like to be a mushroom.
I'd like to be a mushroom in my next life, or a whale or a dandelion! I don't really care. I just want to be redeemed from my eternal life. Unfortunately, I was made from a polycotton mix. So far, my life has looked something like this: Before I was conceived, cotton was grown in Uzbekistan and polyester was made from oil. Both fibers were spun and I was made in a knitting factory in China. Then I was shipped with many others of my brothers and sisters and finally went over the counter in Germany. The last years I was regularly washed, worn and folded. During this time I lost my partner, which was tragic. But there are a lot of us, so I kept getting paired up. Even though the bond was never the same, I liked the variety. In my time, I saw many of my friends leave. Some have been mended, but usually most people don't bother to take good care of us. You have to be a hand-knitted wool sock to get that kind of luxury treatment. Well, so slowly I also dissolve, like the others. That is our fate. Humans lose mass, but you can also gain weight again. That is different with us socks. We become less and less with the time, die a slow death. At least if we don't tragically perish in a washing machine or are thrown away prematurely. But the worst thing for us is to know that we cannot be reborn. Our polyester parts are lost and end up as microplastic in the environment. It's really not a nice feeling to know that you are causing emissions yourself. That doesn't make things any easier with death.
So, you humans. Please make sure that the same thing doesn't happen to my descendants and make us so that we can return to the eternal cycle of nature. Many of us wish to be reborn as a living being in the next life. Or perhaps a human being. That would be great. One would have so much influence to change how we are made in the first place.