The Disorder Is Yours

This one is for the woman who has been called too much by people who were not enough. We made it because the phrase gets thrown around like a diagnosis and she is tired of being the one asked to soften. It reads as confidence with a blade in it: the first two lines are the correction, the third is the handover. Whatever you make of her is now your problem. She wears it on the bonnet of a car, at the rail, on a rooftop, and the room adjusts around her. It represents refusing the edit. She is not asking to be understood. She is telling you where the work sits.