In the glittering remnants of a desolate Hollywoodland, where the stars have long since faded and the lights have gone out, of course Façade emerged from the crumbling sets and empty studios. This city, once the epicentre of cheap glamour and image, now lies in ruin, its once-bright facades cracked and peeling to reveal the emptiness behind.

Facade’s mentors were the broken mirrors of old dressing rooms, the faded posters of long-forgotten stars, and the abandoned red carpets that once heralded the arrival of fame. From these, Facade learned the art of maintaining an image, even when the reality behind it is anything but glamorous. They embody the tension between the persona we show the world and the truth we hide, a reflection of the superficiality that once defined Hollywood.

Facade’s skill is in their ability to craft and maintain these social masks, to keep up appearances even when everything else falls apart. They do so with a biting humor, aware that it’s all a performance, but one that everyone feels compelled to participate in. Facade is a reminder of the fragility of our social constructs and the absurdity of the roles we play.