The old me is dead, this is the new me. This is the new you.
We’re thinking about the concept of a “new me”. What is our cultural obsession with the “new you”? What is the labor that goes into constructing a new version of yourself? What are the small deaths that happen when you’re trying to become “new”? What happens when you actually die? Did life end how you thought it would? Are you who you thought you’d be at 89 and what do you think about who you were at 27? What “me” is remembered?
Some of our inspirations include celebrities, obituaries, functionless machines, paparazzi shots, and old photographs of ourselves. We are curious about celebrity as the ultimate fantasy of the future self (fame, love, success), and obituaries as the ultimate fantasy of the past self (making meaning of a life). It’s a fallacy to think we’ve ever fully arrived at who we are, and yet these narratives comfort and seduce us.
photos by: Izzy Leung