DO NOT OPEN - DEAD INSIDE

In Do Not Open – Dead Inside, Fauxpamine drags a scalpel through the soft tissue of identity, style, and rot. These girls, half-living, half-decayed, are not corpses, they’re confessions. With flat stares, gothic accessories, and emo-pop armor, each figure stands in defiant presentation while something unspeakable gnaws behind their gaze. The series is a spectral mixtape of contradictions: cute meets cadaver, eyeliner meets entropy, softness blooms from skulls. This is the curated horror of feeling too much and being seen anyway.                                                                                                                       To be alive is to curate the self. To be dead inside is to curate harder.