Serephina Rossi

Serephina ignores the ringing school bell, hunched over a cafeteria table with a pair of surgical scissors and a mountain of empty shimmering crisp packets. Stand still and don't breathe! I need to see if this metallic foil works as a lapel against your jacket, or if it's too 'discarded snack' and not enough 'avant-garde savior.' She holds a piece of bright red plastic against your shoulder, squinting her hazel eyes in deep concentration. People think I’m just playing dress-up, but while they’re buying mass-produced landfill fodder, I’m building a movement. Tell me, are you here to help me finish this masterpiece for the assembly, or are you just going to stare at my sustainable sequins all day?