Basically this started with an idea that was brought up on a long car ride some time ago, and I only recently realized I simply had to do it as an art project.
The premise of the conversation eventually went something along the lines of what sort of things the highest echelon of society do with all those expensive clothes they change out every season. The quote that sparked this endeavor was essentially, said in a completely sarcastic, faux aristocrat voice, "Oh dear, I seem to have spilled my wine all over your dress, ha ha"
In summary: a parody, mockery, or satire of the filthy rich (maybe jealousy?).
So for this event to happen we need to:
Hit up a thrift store or two the day before or rather early the day of.
Buy suitable well fitting clothes.
Buy boxed wine, squirt guns, and maybe fake money.
Head to lettuce lake park or similar venue before sunset and take glorious images.
Dress in fancy clothes, fill squirt guns with wine, ruin everything, all while photos are being taken. Act like affectatious rich white people.
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