MARTYDOM
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MARTYDOM, the project that i worked as Creative/Art Director and Fashion Designer while working for LaMode fashion club as a Head of Design Department.
The photoshoot focuses on exploiting emotional stages in the process of finding the main character's identity. At this time, the inner struggle, the layers of suppressed thoughts along with the strong stream of thoughts are stirring in the head of the “me”.
'I' connection to this place is fragile, 'I' relationship with people is only temporary due to geographical circumstances, 'me' ability to hold various fragments in the soul is lost over time."I" may have been lucky enough to have lived more than one life, disappeared from there and then reborn, leaving behind the dust of the impermanent world, starting a new cycle. But the sense of self of "me" becomes more and more opaque, the inherent identities are buried and this new being is empty.
“I” embarked on a journey of reconnecting with the personal identity that I had lost.
INSPIRATIONInspired by the novel
STEPPENWOLF (Bildungsroman) by Hermann Hesse.
Impressionism
Bold colors, two tones of hot and cold colors represent chaos and strong struggle -> noticeable difference of protagonist.Style - high fashion, modern -> bourgeoisie, western civilized society.
Layer details -> inner struggle, emotional tension.
The novel focuses on describing the process of finding the main character's true identity, the sequence of events in the life of a 50-year-old man, Harry Haller, who is always separated by two different and opposing worlds: civilization and nature, temperament and instinct, bourgeoisie and proletariat, man and wolf.
Again I looked into the mirror. I have been mad. I must have been mad. There was no wolf in the mirror, lolling his tongue in his maw.It was I, Harry... My face was gray, forsaken of all fancies, wearied by all vice, horribly pale. Still it was a human being, someone one could speak to. “Harry,” I said, “what are you doing there?” “Nothing,” said he in the mirror, “I am only waiting. I am waiting for death.” “Where is death then?” “Coming,” said the other.
