Shame as Software: Ramona Beattie Turns KGB Bar Into a Cyberpunk Dressing Machine

Inspired by the fembot revenge of Ex Machina and the Donna Haraway essay, Cyborg Manifesto, the collection evoked queer, feminine identity as a mutable armor. “The story in my mind was that there's a factory where cyborg-like sex dolls are being made, and there's a pile of them that are discarded,” recalled Beattie after the show. “Two of them disguise themselves as factory workers, and one of them gets rebuilt to her own liking, as a new robot made of the discarded robots. She wasn't supposed to escape the factory, but she has her own agency and autonomy.”
Garments rode a conveyor belt to the stage while a live video feed streamed on the wall behind. Nylon and jersey outerwear met bandage dresses, floggers, girdles, and strap-on harnesses—athletic, erotic, and tactical. Accessories like a gnawed-on leather clutch and exoskeleton-like headwear were made in-house or sourced by stylist Vasquez in his native Chile. Flip phones were supplied by partner dumb.co, because cyborgs don’t doomscroll. And many of the pieces were seen twice: an embellished mask became a choker, and magnetic shoulder pads became a bustle. “I really want to lean into my clothes being reusable and interchangeable in a very literal way,” said Beattie. “Most of the materials are also recycled, so it's literally taking trash and transmuting it.”
A former competitive gymnast, Uvexa, a collaborator who met Beattie just a few months ago, had free rein to improvise, marching and backflipping with a vacant stare. “Every time we rehearsed, it was never the same,” she said, “but I’m very in tune with my body. I just knew I was being asked to do something I was good at.” Futuristic glam brought the simulation to reality: “[There are] the harsh lines of the blunt bob, but there's still a curvature and a metallic sheen, against this mesh that kind of feels like you're looking through her skull. She’s still under construction,” said hairstylist Miss Kam. Makeup artist Sinn Aspara added, “Not really having conventional makeup, she uses crumbs of the shaved metal she was created from, which causes cuts on her lips and nose. Real mechanical cyborg blow-up cunt.”
Shame is among a cabal of New York brands bored of traditional runway shows, determined to wake the city’s tired fashion scene up to fresh ideas. “I’ve always wanted to do a play, so this is me dipping my toes into theater. It’s really corny, but [the sexiest thing to me is] being yourself,” Beattie said. “A term that me and Maxi came up with the other night [to describe the clothes] was perverted chic, which I think is very on brand. I'm really interested in people expressing sexuality in a way that's a little bit gross or unappealing to someone who just wants to jerk off to something. It’s expressing a sexuality that is outside of men entirely, and what it's like to be a woman who enjoys being sexy in a completely autonomous way.”
























