I'm not entirely sure where this wonderfully morbid fashion show was held, in which fashion models dressed in the designs of Carol Christian Poell drifted like flotsam corpses down a stagnant river, but the result is breathtaking. This is one of those projects that really hammers its point home: how absurd is it that something as personal and unique as fashion should be exhibited as art primarily by the moribund superficiality of the catwalk?
Carol Christian Poell [Artist's Site] (via Vvork)
