consumées PARIS is a time traveling culture swab, constructing its DNA from fashion clichés, fast food wrappers, 90s tv sitcoms, back-alley beauty salons, and unsolved childhood mysteries.
The exiled beast roams deep space and time, consuming, reformatting, and regurgitating everything it fancies.
‘You’d eat a worm if I gave it a French name’
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The exiled beast roams deep space and time, consuming, reformatting, and regurgitating everything it fancies.
‘You’d eat a worm if I gave it a French name’
