All money is laundered in some way.

Sometimes it is accidentally laundered when you forget to take your wallet out of your pants. But mostly this laundering of currency occurs through the mundane machinery of capitalism—through bodies and spaces and goods and services. The DNA of capital necessitates that it must cycle through and accumulate; be redirected and captured and released into an ever maddening twisted accumulation of cesspools in the arteries of those whose power mandates its extraction. But it always remains dirty. Currency is rarely clean. It always tainted with pathogens of previous lovers; it is never unsoiled. We are vibrating with its biome and it covers us all—we are merely conduits for its viral contagions.

Unlike the clean straightforward ways of the laundromat, and despite currencies apparent tangible hand-held form, capital is mostly speculative and derivative. Like art, economy is connected to form, but its values and formulas are subjective, intangible, and fictitious. We are, reluctant partners in grime. 

There’s something suspiciously wholesome about a laundromat (certainly nothing conventionally beautiful). And yet [….and yet.] There is something deceptive about the humble washing machine that makes it hide in plain sight. Is it the manner in which something dirty and experienced with life could be returned to its owner with a sweet smelling new lease on life; a fresh start, sans stains—a new you? The same threaded garment, now with micro particles of soil extracted, ready to start again. Each time, less innocent than before. 

It is this appearance of the laundromat that perhaps made it an appealing figure and front for the mafia. And speakeasies. 

Urban myths accumulate like dirty capital from the association of the mafia with money laundering which first emerged during prohibition. When the flow is interrupted, things find a way to go underground.

Where all irrigation begins and ends.

Recycling and recirculation. All economy is about flows, circulation and cycling. A diverting and channeling; an irrigating that, depending on design and purpose, inheres desire for control through its diversions and pooling and accumulations.

A tumour of undifferentiated cells. 

[And all economy is about fiction]

And the narratives contain and restrain, just as much as they remain unfettered and unimagined. Just look at where we are now. Not too long ago, a bottle was just a bottle. A container. But now, it’s a vessel for dreams, it’s the elixir of life, it’s a recycled dream that can lead to sustainable futures. It’s a personal water bottle that says a hydrated body is a good self-caring bottle of filtered water drawn from the springs of some indigenous water hole. A bottle that ignores how we destroy water catchment areas; a bottle that forgets waste production and colonisation. A bottle that says I am life, whilst destroying the life support system upon which its expression depends. A bottle that says anthropocene and high vis, pacific waste circle and bodies of contaminated tailings.

It is through the body as threshold, as porous transition point for liquids and liquidity, that the economy performs such miracles.

It’s a threshold of private/public – where the domestic labour and personal hygiene self maintenance crosses over to the non-private strange intimacy of the outside commercial trade. Like sex on premises. LOL. 

The laundromat as site for the circulation of currency has many useful applications.

Gendered labour – memories of my father’s search for his freshly washed jeans – the piles and piles of unearned clothing in baskets overflowing – the cleaning the domestic labour – {If my father ever did the washing, he might know where his jeans were}. 

Service economy – the contracting out of domestic work – the domestic workers overseas Filipino maids – Indonesian pembantu – migrant workers – ‘chinese cleaners’ – invisible fucking labour. 

So potentially this project takes the artisanal hand washed garment and turns it into yet another niche within a niche within a niche market – “hand washed by a starving artist”

The laundromat as front for an artist led operation to re-circulate money back into the artist economy – as an experimental business model that could be hijacked for other anti-capitalist purposes.

LET’S DO IT.