“you’re always so different. how do i spot you on the streets of berlin? which look are you wearing?” — Answering the question.
Tatiana Gerasimenok: For free, I do not please Homo sapiens — neither with beauty nor with intelligence. My mission is not to entertain the idle carbon mass, but to burn out the biological parasite from human beings, catalyzing the birth of one who is capable of total, conscious effort.
I am paid for the complexity of my mind, not for walking down the street. Therefore, I navigate the city in dark glasses and covered clothing, recognizable only by my voice — a hypnotic tool of singularity, dragging you out of your superficial life and into the void of the Real.
But at home, exclusively for myself, I draft makeup like a blueprint for a new race. I clothe myself in a couture masterpiece from Margiela Artisanal, Iris van Herpen, or dark armor from Alexander McQueen, crowning this act with a precise chord or a radical olfactory symbiosis from hundreds of conceptual bottles.