THEM
What circus is this?
What strange ghosts are they that loom out of the darkest black, the last place in our
dreams?
They are us and they are Them.
They are the work of Danny Treacy.
They are figments of his imagination and desire.
They are made from recovered clothes.
They are from those lonely places – the woods, the wastelands, the car-parks.
They are re-stitched and re-fashioned: re-modelled into junk monsters.
They are nightmares of the catwalk, prowling around the outskirts of style’s dumb
extravagance…..
- EXCERPT FROM TEXT BY DAVID CHANDLER



















