🪩 THE ILLUMINAUGHTY FASHION MANIFESTO 🪩

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 Unstitching the Seams of Control, One Glitter Thread at a Time

Article I: We Dress to Disrupt

Our garments are not fabric—they are declarations. Capes, crop tops, cloaks, and chaos. We don’t follow trends; we bend them into sigils. Sequins are our armor, fishnets our philosophy. Each outfit is a portal. Each glitter flake is a micro-rebellion.

Article II: Conformity is the True Costume

The world will try to dress you in beige. Decline politely, then arrive in holographic latex. We reject neutral palettes unless worn ironically. Fashion should never whisper. It should scream in eight dimensions and leave a trail of rhinestones.

Article III: Style is a Weaponized Vibe

We weaponize whimsy. We dress like the apocalypse already happened, and we survived by accessorizing. Socks can be spells. Totes can carry truth. Logos are spells. Scarves are protest banners in disguise. Hemlines determine gravitational pull.

Article IV: If It’s Not Dangerous, It’s Daywear

Daywear is for the docile. We endorse statement pieces with statements so loud they get noise complaints. If someone asks where you got it, tell them it was ethically shoplifted from a dream.

Article V: Glitter Is Political

We acknowledge glitter as both material and ideology. It clings to truth. It refuses to disappear. It is a metaphor for inconvenient visibility. Glitter is our confetti and our curse. We wield it wisely.

Article VI: No Outfit is Complete Without a Motive

Whether sedition, seduction, satire, or self-actualization—every ensemble must mean something. If it doesn’t confuse a politician or inspire a poem, take it off.

Article VII: Logos are Sigils

The Illuminaughty seal. The Goat. The Glittered Eye. The Glyphs of the Rituals. These are not logos. These are incantations. They are encoded disruptions sewn into cotton and consciousness. Wear them responsibly.

Article VIII: The Body is the First Canvas

Paint it. Pierce it. Wrap it in fishnet prophecy. Adorn it like the revolution already happened. And if your body is a temple, dress like a high priestess who burned it down for the insurance payout.

Article IX: Dress Like They’re Watching

Because they are. Cameras. Spirits. Corporations. Your ex. Wear the thing anyway. Especially if it’s cursed.

Article X: Always Be Cult Couture

Every member is a walking billboard for subversion. Our runway is the back alley of reality. Our uniform? Whatever causes the most cognitive dissonance at brunch.

🪩 Join the Cult of Couture.
Glitter Responsibly. 🪩