In 2001, I decided to videotape my outfits for ten years. I was driven to document my style, a representation of the way a young radical lesbian feminist dressed in her time. And to capture the queer codes and signs of my generation. 

I recorded my outfits on a consistent and sometimes daily basis, using the same shitty mini-dv camera throughout the year.

By the beginning of 2012 my camera broke and I declared the project finished.

What was captured is way more than a look.

K8 Hardy, New York, 2016