Judy Blame is dead.
Blame was the best jeweler of the punk era.
Some of his jewelry was shit.
There’s a photo I love: Blame in a Blame, a necklace made of shit, a bib necklace featuring fake turds cascading down his chest.
This is what fashion calls a statement piece. What was the statement? That fashion is shit? That shit is fashion?
Who would say such a thing?
What was that necklace called?
Fake shit is funny. It doesn’t look like shit. It looks like something that’s trying to look like shit.
Judy Blame’s necklace wasn’t jewelry. It was something that looked like joke jewelry.