as we abandon our pursuit of authenticity outside of consumerism, we resign to acceptance & unironic complicity with capital's total colonization and resume our search inside the marketplace instead
this transition reflects in commercial design (commodity packaging) through a reframing of the visual representation of nature: the shift from raw-agricultural-material-nature fetishism to raw-industrial-default-nature fetishism. Raw wood to raw plastic. Over-design to under-design in the way that agro-aesthetic "mass indie" design does the most to conceal the supply chain (as if this thing could've come from someone's backyard via farmer's co-op) vs. industrial-default-aesthetic design which lifts its visual language directly from the supply chain (in order to capture an aura of transparency?).
I’ve been thinking about pearls lately, obviously. Each is so tiny and exquisite and exceptional and unique. Real pearls, that is. Fake ones can be good too, especially when their luster looks expensive and they have a bit of weight to them, except if they’re fake then they can’t channel Mother Earth’s eternal energy into your soul when you wear them all June which is your and your mother’s birth month. She wears pearls all year round, an act of indulgence which I am too afraid to tell her may be the reason the universe has been testing her for so long.