Dévastée

French writer Chloé Delaume is wearing a black button-up coat devastee, photographed by Camille Vivier

text by CHLOÉ DELAUME

DÉVASTÉE, Crucifiction

I’m item CT903. That’s just a code for ordering. We’re all in the same situation here. Nobody gets hemmed in by a two-bit first name or a threadbare substantive. If I’d been given a name, I think it would have been Psychosis, or perhaps 4:48. Because the spirit of Sarah Kane is permanently woven into the fiber of our being. It’s been the through-line here from the very beginning, four years ago. Our predecessors were displayed in jet black, with ropes around their necks, and knocked-over chairs. Baby bird’s rumored suicide attempt. This year stunning zombies wore us with pointy hats and lots of confetti while The Primitives played on the soundtrack to the Embalming Party. It was a good time. Smiling / Twitching /…