Conor McCullough
Projects
Y.1-4 ++
  1. Collection 1 - Green.Soul
  2. Collection 2 - User/Error
  3. Collection 3 - Dress-Code
  4. Collection 4 -Business+Casual
  5. Collection 5 - Street*Smart


Lookbook 25’ ++

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Garments ++
  1. Armored Greatcoat
  2. Studded Biker Jacket
  3. Bondage Jacket / Sigilism Denim
  4. Iconography Sweater / Altar Sweatpants
  5. Buckle Backs
  6. Frankenstein Canvas Pants 
  7. Mule Ear - Gray
  8. Red Eye Dress Shirt


Introduction / About —

Conor McCullough

Linktree

cm.mccullough25@gmail.com


I am a fashion designer based in Richmond, Virginia, best recognized by my bold, distinctive aesthetic and consistent style choices that align with my vision. Originally from Savannah, Georgia, I refined my expertise at Virginia Commonwealth University, earning a degree in Fashion Design.

With a strong foundation in pattern making, sewing, and the Adobe Creative Suite, I am able to seamlessly transforms concepts into striking, high-quality garments. My artistic style—rooted in monochromatic print-work and intricate surface design, reflects my interests and design vision.
 
Years of hands-on experience in garment construction and textile design have shaped my approach, emphasizing premium materials, exceptional detail, and one-of-a-kind craftsmanship and techniques. My work embodies a refined yet experimental edge, making each piece a wearable work of art.
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Mens Stulti —
Thoughts

ideation / ideation / process

“do you think god stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he’s created?” -
s. buscemi



“Ravaged Toile”
(2025)


A rock is a perfect metaphor, an allegory in volume. When placed it’s sculptural limits beget a kind of artistic proposition — and when considered with reduced anthropomorphism and ungeologically — produce a ready-made analog to the causation and bounds of our attempts at the understanding of all things.
  1. Gavrilo Princip’s last grocery list written
  2. The time that alligator ate that fish
  3. When the Yongzheng Emperor found that weird dust bunny under his throne
  4. The great earthquake of Alexandria
  5. The invention of expectation in literature
  6. When the heaviest cacao fruit fell in Takalik Abaj
  7. Animesh eats his first Fly Agaric mushroom

Here the sculptor has made no concessions; no attempts to curry favor with curators or collectors — pieces wholly outside discourse. And if pressed for an affiliate movement for these “sculptures” (i.e. Cubism, Mannerism, etc.)… perhaps Monism or Cosmogonism? Definitely not Conceptualism or Pataphysics — Actualism?
        The analog? Well for sure it is 1:1. Weird; yes — a knot to be admired for it’s curves — not for untying. An emergent surface as thick as it’s mass. 
         Were it possible for the instances of our minds or world events to be mapped and dimensionally materialized, something similar to a rock would appear — areas of smoothness yielding to pockmarked particularities, density shifts and feathered explosions. What really is the shape of a boom town? A pilgrim’s journey? A section of jungle mayhem? A boring era? The silhouette of a father’s cold slap? The contours of a brief, intense friendship? Comfortably we perceive all of these things as ready to be integrated into ledgers or novels or timelines; but really they are queer crags and striations of unimaginable idiosyncrasy.
       So yes, the reflective, reasonable yield of our mind has much symmetry (computation, cataloguing, narrativizing, etc.) but it’s actual shape is no shape, but unfolding chaos and singularity visible only to our particular time-scale. Our species-wide symmetries and quantizations are basically improvisations white-labeled onto directionless infinitude attempting the constant creation of navigable Dimension.
        So, look intimately at a rock, walk around it, get up close to it, savor it’s complexion and composition as you would any painting or temple and see it as the faultless mirror that it is — a truly perfect sculpture.