Encased in the unglamorous accolade of Friday night’s residual alcoholic perfume, holed tights and stained shirts might indicate a state of decline to some, or rejuvenation to others. We are no stranger to the narrative of the beauty filter. The often-controversial digital application penetrates the barrier between cyberspace and IRL, often influencing how the femininely inclined navigate their self-presentation. Though used to bending to societal norms of presentation, the digital advent brings the addition of a whole new set of instructions. It can be petrifying female and, as Harley Weir tells me, perhaps even more sick than its male counterpart.
LUCY BROOME: I noticed that you had this doll, a twin of yourself —
HARLEY WEIR: She wasn't exactly my twin, but she was dressed that way.