Women's Storied Objects Archive

The text reads: Do you reflect the right image?

The text reads: Enjoy me

The text reads: What’s your cup size? Right: What cup size are you?

The text reads: What cup size are you?

The text reads: Hairless from the eyebrows down

The text reads: Hairless from the eyebrows down

Left: The lure of beauty. Be tough as fuck. Fair, Gemini, Stitchcraft, Stranger.

The text reads: 10 products to achieve the ‘no make up’ make up look. Look at all these benefits! Total savings… -£7.70. Change due… £0.00.

The text reads: Live right and lose weight. The way they should be. Made to be broken.

The text reads: Fallible.

The text reads: I am the greatest mother fucker that you’ll ever meet.

The text reads: (Central tail feather) Anyone mind if I have a cup of soup? It smells pretty good to me.

The text reads: (Contour feather) Go ahead and pass the mug, answered Biggles. I’ve got a sort of empty feeling inside, too.

The text reads: Nice and beautiful.

The text reads: I think wordly success is of minute importance in the long run...

The text reads: The Viper Shows his Hand

The text reads: Chapter Twelve. Distress Signal. I am missing for a moment, then escape the better girls. Where have you been? Problems abandoned come back.

The text reads: Hair up. Hair dunn. Longer. There’s always cracks. Beauty. Pain. Symmetrical. Curvy. Hairy women. Skinny. Be perfect. Needles. Bigger. Suck in.

This object was made by one of the supporting art therapists.

The text reads: Rare human specimen unspoiled by growing up, always natural. Modern elegance. Cosmetic surgery. Perfect. I couldn’t stop. Bad things happen to young women in this industry.

The text reads: Rare human specimen unspoiled by growing up, always natural. Modern elegance. Cosmetic surgery. Perfect. I couldn’t stop. Bad things happen to young women in this industry.

The text reads: Rare human specimen unspoiled by growing up, always natural. Modern elegance. Cosmetic surgery. Perfect. I couldn’t stop. Bad things happen to young women in this industry.

The text reads: Fountain of youth. Dear God, do plastic flowers make you mad? I would be if I made the real ones.

This object was made by one of the supporting art therapists.

The text reads: Other providers. Botox is the most expensive substance on earth per GSM2. Botox map. £200* 3-4, 5-6 £200*, 7-8 Gummy smile? Downturned lips? £150-£400. 8 injections. 10 injections. Everyone will love you. I am your best friend. I’ll make your worries disappear, finally everyone will love you. Everyone will love you. I am a solution to your every problem. You got dumped, I’m here. Your mum remains distant, I’m here. Your dress doesn’t fit, I’m here. Comfort yourself with me. Your inner child will be at peace because she will finally be everything she ever wanted to be. Perfect. Finally. Everyone will love you.

The text reads: Beverley. In a safety pin dress, Beverley holds herself like a goddess. Five dots across her thighs marking the Ozempic injection site. She kisses her wrist to test her capacity. Beverley proclaims she can turn five cans of larger, into 18 loaves of bread and fills her font from days of chain smoking in bed. Macro-tracking is inefficient she says, when food is delivered through five millimeter pipettes. She says, when lovely, lonely and distressed. And distressed. She leads the lovely the hopeful and distressed

The text reads: Faithfully, come up to the surface. Start discovering how beautiful.

The text reads: Faithfully, come up to the surface. Start discovering how beautiful.

The text reads: Freedom.

The text reads: Empowerment.

The text reads: I’m having dreams. Very like the truth but different.

The text reads: She certainly won’t feel down at heel, my lord.

The text reads: One called Peter. One called Paul. Who loves you all over.

The text reads: One called Peter. One called Paul. Who loves you all over.

The text reads: Tiny Things. Baby.

The text reads: Condition characterized by absence of moisture. Capacity for bodies having their shape changed by tension. Between her and your whaler.

The text reads: Love. Hold steady.

The text reads: Love. Hold steady.

The text reads: This is me. Me.