Collection: CON BOTOX

Everything can be different.
Until we try to make it perfect.

With Botox, differences soften until they disappear.

Objects, architecture, and symbols lose their edges and identity in the name of an improvement that ends up resembling standardization.

A pair of scissors. A chair. The Duomo. The Torre Velasca.

They all start out different.
Then someone decides they could be a little nicer.

A little smoother.
A little softer.
A little more swollen.

And in the end, inevitably, a little more the same.

The more everything is corrected, the more everything looks alike.

It is a perfection that levels, it does not elevate.

And perhaps the question is not what we improve, but what we lose when everything becomes perfect in the exact same way.