For these three works i was trying to put forth the idea that some, or a lot, of people try to blend in and become part of a group. Such as skaters, frat guys, preps, and even gangs. So who has their own, individual identity among the crowd of people already blended in? Eventually we all become static, automatically labeled by other people, or "read by our covers" per say. What would you think of somebody in a suit with short hair? a business guy? what about somebody in camoflauge pants and jacket? would you say that they are a redneck? Considering these ideas, who is really an individual in this mass of already labeled society?
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