MOMMY’s TEN-INCH BALL-SACK SS21 is an avant-guarde haute-couture fashion show from the mind of Alexander Schaef; it is a severe and violent paranoia -- something almost a serpent, almost its dead skin. Suffused with blunt and intimate references to self-harm, [familial] cycles of of illness & trauma, an animosity and envy towards the arts and intellectual dialogue entirely, a vague yet overwhelming identity-related guilt/shame, and the self-destructive mechanisms we install to cope with such extreme emotions, the ‘MOMMY Collection’ serves as an instrument that gives symphony to agony. We’ve felt the illness seep through the [lightest] light, seen the terror drip down faces of loved ones, felt ugly and miserable and stupid [and overall worthless!]! The essence of ‘Mommy,’ in turn, ridicules this worthlessness, the worthlessness that consumes society but is kept hidden due to conventional and irrational understandings of status and divine purpose, in a validating yet diminishing way, to the surprisingly attainable point of obscenity & parody. By perverting destruction itself, and flipping the “human experience” from something that unites all people through collective suffering to something that is completely ridiculous (and therefore deserving of no attention at all), MOMMY’s TEN-INCH BALL-SACK SS21 smashes man-made spectrums of success and fulfilment, replacing them with a complex yet comforting, metaphorically-charged yet absolutely absurd, vast, vast emptiness. This runway show serves as both a cry for help and a criticism of the audience; LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!...