This one takes me back to Mexico ‘86, when a whole stadium rose one section at a time and the world started calling it the Mexican wave. Football there was never just football. It was church, it was the wrestling ring, it was the whole neighbourhood in one place.
We kept the track jacket the way it was, in green, red and cream, and dressed it like you’d dress for something sacred. A gold ball chain hangs across the chest, holding a crucifix made of pixel blocks. On one side an orange moon waits for a cursor to click it. On the other, the federation crest stays where it has always been.
The back is the main event. A luchador mask, torn and pasted back together like an old fight poster. Behind the lips is a diamond grill, with the Last Supper across the top teeth and the hands from the Creation of Adam across the bottom.
Underneath, it says where it came from: ANEMOIA RESEARCH LAB, KTM / NYC*, 2001.
Faith, the ring and football were always the same religion. This piece puts all three on one jacket.
