Photography Courtesy of Drone

Playful party frocks aren’t what you’d expect from a Brooklyn-based label littered with images of “a lot of vomiting and decay,” but irony helps the Death by Drone medicine go down. “Vomit is a representation of the soul,” say designers Tiff and Deb, and, metaphorically speaking, the Drone upheaval is comprised of cakes, cookies, and green-tea icing. This Drone ideology definitely teeters on emo, and that might be attributed to the duo’s love of music. After an admirable attempt to explain through various sounds, and words like ‘fuzz’, Tiff and Deb concede: “Nobody gets Drone,” (the music-term and label’s namesake) “but it helps us do the weird stuff we do.”
     Once stifled by traditional education, they took to the class-time doodling that runs heavily throughout the line. “They don’t let you draw stick figures in art school,” Tiff says, “and said our printing process would never work.” But they made it work anyway. The best thing they got from their time at Parsons? “Each other! We met in the dorms.”
     While Drone may be darkly whimsical, don’t call it morbid. Says Tiff: “It’s not morbid, it’s poetry! One day we’ll do a kid’s book for adults.” But until then, it’s pretty clear: Death by Drone is bringing daydreams back.