Dead Mall Collective makes independent art.
Smutty, vicious, relentlessly beautiful. We’ll squat in dead malls if we have to. The shiny markets given by gatekeepers seem to beckon but we know their power won’t matter until it comes to us first and renounces its ways, and pledges new oaths.
Because which mall is more dead? The one that shines so slick in times like these, or the one that makes its point no matter where the rubble falls?
And which dead mall’s more powerful? The one that keeps its foothold through systems of control and coercion that force subservience of the creative soul, or the one that stands alone and asks control to come to it–as a lion lounges at the feet of the wise, and a dragon protects the homes of the good.
DEAD MALL COLLECTIVE 