Imagined treasures and trappings of a Glamorous Life accumulate to the point of panic and present themselves as constructed gemstones, designer pets, and home decor. More is more as glitz and glam are piled high to claustrophobic results, with no signs of stopping or slowing down. Accessory and necessity become one in the same, as collector and object ascend to sparkling, jewel-encrusted bliss.
Based on my suspicion that my life on social media is much more dazzling than my actual lived experience, Glamorous Life intensifies and personifies my internet doppelganger's thinly veiled narcissistic tendencies. Rife with PG sexuality, gender performance, and self-consciousness, fact and fiction flirt and coalesce to the heart-pounding beat of Donna Summer's 1977 disco classic "I Feel Love." The end result is ultimately inconclusive, allowing for expectation's continued triumph over reality while this glittering personality continues to propagate itself.