During the lockdown we experienced what living in a sustainable world really means: no consumption, no production, no traffic, no emissions. Yet we have not saved the world and we do not even feel better than before.
On the contrary, we are angry because this empty theater did not show a return to the state of nature but the whole crystal fragility of our cultural superstructures. We also experienced diversity in its most extreme form: life, disease and death. Because with this outbreak, we are all subject to an illness that does not discriminate against gender, race or religion. Still, the first time the media eased attention on COVID-19, they did it to tell George Floyd’s story of racial violence. So, apparently, even this time we didn’t learn anything.
They say that between our four walls, we finally had a chance to experience our creative nature to carry on a more authentic idea of design, driven only by our fantasy, with no external influences. Pure utopia, because the Internet, the real place where we live now, is full of things to be virtually copied. Moreover, fashion viewed on a flat-screen simply becomes graphic design to be modified in its decorative parts, without

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