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What is it about the post-apocalyptic world that fascinates human kind? Is it wondering what comes after the destruction of the very fabric that binds us as a global society? Would social mores uphold? Anarchy ravage the streets? Without the persistent sprawl, would the world slowly transform into a verdant megalithic garden? Wild and untamable and no friend to the species, who through greed and blind self-entitlement set out to bleed the very life from the planet for their own furtherment. Perhaps we won’t see the return of any of our conjured vengeful gods. There is every possibility that we will end our own diseased crawl across the earth with the very things that crowned our kind among animals.
I love watching post-apocalyptic movies. I love that post-modern, tribal yet futuristic take on costuming. Practicality meets individuality – forging an identity for self against a backdrop of crumbling ideals and metropolises. Think Mad Max’s leather jacket, Waterworld’s world worn blanket-stitching and braids, Planet Terror’s machine gun replacement for an unfortunate amputation. All very cool, yet perennial.
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