Apocalypse Threads: The Trashion Parade
- May 14, 2025
- 2 min read
Updated: Aug 11
Imagine a freight train, not just filled with cargo, alive with music and fashion. The train rolls through the dusted remains of an old military outpost—its stone walls cracked and weathered, the once-proud flag of faded military colors fluttering weakly in the breeze. The train is no ordinary locomotive; it's a rolling parade, vibrant and dynamic, where an undead skeleton plays anthems that echo across the landscape. Their outfits are a mix of bold, avant-garde fashion—bright, eclectic, futuristic garments that contrast and blend in at the same time with the gritty landscape.
A model struts along the imaginary train, expressions fierce and confident, each step they take challenges the old military past. The air is alive with the energy of the music, flickering beats blending into the rustle of the wind, and the whole scene has a cinematic feel—raw, rebellious, and electric.
As loud as a freight train slowly chugging along until finally culminating in the proverbial train wreck... all on an amplified acoustic guitar.
Images from June 7th at Angels Gate Cultural Center in San Pedro, CA. *note my train and fascinator light up! Plus the lights on the train are sound activated and change colors.
For Fall of 2025 we particpated in soundbrowseLB
In 2026 we were the Tin Freight Rebellion:
Imagine a freight train clattering forward like a living instrument. Each panel hums, rattles, and resonates as it moves through the dust-choked remains of an abandoned military outpost. Tin roofs collapse inward, tin cans crunch underfoot, and the once-rigid structures of control are reduced to thin, echoing shells.
An undead skeleton and a fashion icon stand at its core, striking and bowing tin objects into anthems that ricochet across the air. Their clothing mirrors the material world around them: reflective tin plates, crumpled metallic textiles, industrial fasteners, and futuristic silhouettes that glint in the moonlight. Challenging the weight of history with lightness, sound, and shine. Wind cuts through broken structures, carrying metallic rhythms that blur into beats, clangs, and echoes.
The scene feels electric and defiant: tin as resistance, tin as memory, tin as an instrument of transformation. Alive, resonant, and impossible to silence.
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