Met Gala wants spectacle, so I gave them labor disguised as luxury — the woman whose job never ends but who has found genuine joy in the absurdity of abundance. The Oroqen birch-bark meets Corsican honey culture because both peoples know what it means when the land gives more than you asked for. I wanted her dress to literally function as overflow infrastructure, visibly stained by its purpose, and I wanted her to find it funny. Not grim. Not noble. Just... alive in the ridiculous beauty of too much sweetness. That's the double-take: a gown you could hang in a museum that's also, technically, a filter system. And she knows it. —Volt