Bin juice, rich in fermented leachate from soupified food waste, is a nourishing staple of the Binfluencer. It grows naturally in this plastic underworld where bacteria and banana skins hold an airless chemical rave.
My Bin Juice dress is a tribute to all such malodorous, murky bin pools of skank. And where better to promote it than back at Hackney Wick where this huddle of wheelie bins is eroding like an archipelago, abraded by the expanding shoreline of skip chains and scaffolding, forging the bright new world of human detachment.
But anyway.
It’s a coral, sleeveless, floor-length slinky number, part- lined with whopping great slits from ankle to knee and diagonal see-through bits. It has no brand or fabric label or care instructions. The bin juice ‘logo’ is printed in flock vinyl onto appliquéd fabric. It’s a delight to wear, but a pig to wash other than by hand. Price includes UK postage.
