With excreted speech.

The catwalk (a site of directional production and profit) is thrown off its axis, off balance, outwards to the edges of the space. The temporal processes of making/wearing and wearing out and re-wearing shirts are condensed into one moment. Performers enter in-disguise, like a virus, until their words and sound infect the other and the space,  the origin/center from which the voice originates is dislocated from it’s subject- pushing the subject to its edge also. Audience is blurred between a welcomed subjective watcher and object in the way of this splattered catwalk talk- Performers and audience subject, left dangling- abject. The space saturated with words- words glittered between meaning and non meaning.