We can no longer stomach the smell of freshly minted Fabric. Fabric’s loom of mass manufacture a leitmotif for Kapitalism’s Svengali trade. the valorization of humanity’s bleakest labor fracking entire regions through the goop of polyurethane and spoiled cotton. We try deny the loom through its degradation: reworking rags, patchworking deadstock, boiling, cooking, burying, soiling. The irregular twists of patching bias cut fabric as contra to smooth machinic flow. The poesis of crumbling production mills only to be worn by Karlie Kloss on red carpets: Theyskens’ melancholy.