I Docu, Bruh

In I Docu, Bruh, Fauxpamine interrogates our fetishization of the documentary image, where charisma, collapse, and consumer redemption blur into spectacle. Through warped color, cult iconography, and tabloid hysteria, televised trauma is recast as a modern iconostasis: flat, luminous, and terrifyingly accessible. Each piece serves less as critique than artifact, reliquaries of performative belief in which healing curdles into simulacra and obsession becomes sacred commodity.