It's quite alarming actually how much of ourselves is constructed by for example, clothes brands, and certain perceptions and ideas beyond those brands. Much like a model, a brand can claim to own the vision of you by wearing their products and society from there can also place labels on you just from others observing you aesthetically. I think authenticity has vastly faded, and of course, you could say that only your forensic identity really, truly, defines who you are in this day and age, in the text book sense. Thinking about Narcissus, it definitely resonates as more of an endless journey of bricolage, with no ultimate satisfaction in sight.