Terminus (Slides below)
A look to the end of the roads.
Where conquest and progress take their last steps.
When the smoke of what was is blown away.
The Imperium takes and grows.
The Revanchist tries to hold on.
Here they converge.
Technology to Tradition
The Ixonian Imperium looms over the rubble of Avalon, the ever-advancing colossus of engineered fibers and synthetic ambition is driven to expand, not by hunger for dominion, but by the terror of what awaits should it stand still.
In the long shadow of a dying age, the Revanchists of Avalon cling to the hand-wrought traditions of a world turned to ash, their surviving crafts carrying the last of what was once human.
I created this collection as a means of displaying my own ability in storytelling through dress, so as to sell my abilities as a designer to say a production company for a Hollywood movie.
I am very inspired by the like of Jacqueline West and Ralph McQuarrie for their conceptual designs and drawing from historical elements. I am also inspired by Wagner’s idea of the Gesamtkunstwerk and would like to play the role of dress in a total art work.
Imperium:
Synthetic fibers, progressing technology, conquest of progress, not always bad not always good.
In both factions I wanted to deliberate what I think about natural fibers and synthetic fibers. Not necessarily saying good or bad but simply bouncing my ideas around, for example I am sure it would be quite nice to be a citizen of the imperium, just as scientific progress has made many things better.
However there is also the front lines of these battles, the wars of the imperium and then our own front lines such as AI data centers or climate change. This, is just laying out what I believe to see.
Empress Aethel patrolling her palatial chambers, wearing a combat bodysuit, as to be empress she must be the most elite fighter of the imperium, just as the pinnacle of science. She is also fitting with a strong imposing regal gown to show her authority.
The Priestorium, here Archpriest Yggdrasil resides in the court, inspired by the attracting styles of Ossetian wedding dresses she is behind the populous fervor of the citizens in their lust for conquest.
The Adeptus Praetor, these are the foot soldiers of the imperium, gamma squad. They are styled in black and white to be binary, like the code of computers, ones and zeros nothing more than cogs.
The Revanchists of Avalon:
The last of the traditional human tribes resided on the paradise world of Avalon, until it was destroyed as the last world for the imperium to conquer. The few survivors are refugees in the galaxy with no hope to pass down their traditions of eon.
Grimdark, from the hunter-gatherer tribes of Avalon’s northern forests. Grimdark is left on a barren world, with no game to hunt and live off of, he is lost without his ancestral ways.
Mire-Sister, the last of the mire sisters, Jai’ruk fears that with her, over 90 generations of sisters die. Their traditions and crafts gone forever, her magic waters burnt up by the Imperium.
Cincinnatus, just as the Roman legend of Cincinnatus. My Cincinnatus is a former field marshal of the Avalon defense force. Now relegated to a desolate world which he cannot farm, he puts down his plow and here he journeys to the space port to make one last strike against the imperium.