‘If we were to die tomorrow, we would be eating ice cream by that strawberry field and watch the sun go down.’
And that commemorative idea was what sparked the new season of Moto Guo, pretentiously making it the ‘last season’, the last breath of the label. Focusing on what is real, the duo settled on a solid direction that speaks their thoughts on how they wish the label’s funeral would be, or how they should host their own funerals. They hope its death to be a tragic one, yet in the most festive way possible. It should be dead-serious, warm and welcoming, so to speak; simply because they believe that death is a celebratory act to an end, a prerequisite to welcoming a beginning of something new, something better.
Drawing inspirations from the somewhat terrifying yet awestrucking spirit of Igor Stravinsky’s 1913 ‘The Rite of Spring’, the collection showcases a series of life-size, scandalous exemplars of their past, and what they wish to bring into their grave. It is the patchwork that talks about fragments of their memories and the cascades of florals and nature that sing their walks of life.
Of course, there are human body parts here and there occasionally, because it is Moto Guo after all.