Even if you can’t ascend Schiaparelli’s vision of hell, it seems like you can at least get half-body replacement surgery, and that feels like a major upgrade to our existing facelift and lip filler technology. I take a small profit with me.
Versions of Schiaparelli’s hammered brass head appear on both prisoners inside Elder Ring and of sorceresses like Sellen, who chooses a stone woman’s face over her own.
“I want rhinestone sorcery that opens our minds, free from earthly taboos,” says Sellen of himself if you ask. “No matter what we give for it.” Stone is somewhat terrestrial in nature, but I’ll engage in a metaphor for you, Sellen. And just like her fashion choices, her ethos reflects Roseberry’s embrace of the unknown.
“Fear means you push yourself to do something shocking, something new,” he writes on the Schiaparelli website. “This collection is my homage to doubt. Doubt about creation and doubt about intention. The twin, sometimes conflicting impulses to please the audience and impress yourself.”
