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Prototypes to “become the best version of yourself”

The Thyroid Pill bracelet Prosthesis lets me become my daily cure, a wearable reminder that transforms necessity into expression. I turned my thyroid pills into a bracelet, so the act of taking care of myself becomes visible, beautiful, and part of my identity. By wearing what usually stays hidden in a drawer, I turn medication into decoration, treatment into culture. It’s a way of reclaiming control, fragility into fashion.

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The Thyroid Pill Grillz Prosthesis turns a symbol of style and showmanship into something personal and vital. Instead of precious gems, I placed my thyroid pills, what is luxury for others becomes necessity turned into strength for me. It’s a way to make something purely aesthetic become useful, and to give value to what is usually seen as fragility. With these grillz, I can always carry my cure and style with me.

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Prototypes to “become something else”

The “Become Italian” Prosthesis lets others become me. Many people don’t know how to twirl pasta with a fork, and this prototype makes it possible. The fork spins on itself, gathering the spaghetti for the perfect bite, teaching the gesture with precision and style. It’s a way to turn a cultural skill into a prosthesis: not just eating, but learning to do it like a true Italian.

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Prototypes to “judge and be judged”

As a detective

12:18 p.m. — we all go up to the terrace including the subject

12:20 p.m. — The subject is no longer on the terrace; I’ve lost her.

12:25 p.m. — I found her again; she’s petting a little dog.

12:30 p.m. — She’s kicking the little dog.

12:33 p.m. — The dog is dead.

12:40 p.m. — She’s trying to hide the body. She threw it into the plastic recycling bin, it should’ve gone in the organic waste, btw.

12:42 p.m. — She’s selling cocaine to a pregnant woman.

12:52 p.m. — She met up with her classmates at a bar, pretending nothing happened, but I know what she did.

12:53 p.m. — She’s sipping a coffee paid for with drug money.

1:00 p.m. — She’s back in class. Just another normal day for Erandi.

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Reflection

we participated in three lessons called “Live with Your Own Ideas.”

On the first day, we created prosthetics designed to enhance ourselves, exploring how technology and design can improve our abilities. On the second day, we focused on the concept of identity, designing prosthetics that would allow us to become someone else, experimenting with transformation and self-perception. On the third day, we acted as detectives and subjects, testing our ability to analyze and interpret human behavior.

During these lessons, we had the opportunity to meet two artists, Manel and Thomas, who have made the motto “live with your own ideas” their way of life. They never let others’ judgments influence them, and listening to their experiences and creative approaches was my favorite part.

The lessons were enjoyable but also very challenging: every day we had to create and present our prosthetics to the group. This pressure pushed us to think quickly, find creative solutions, and share our ideas with others.

Regarding the detective part, my task was to follow Erandi, but I lost sight of her after a few minutes, which led me to imagine a possible version of her day. I immediately imagined the worst and described her as a monster (I still think she might have killed a little dog).

It was this fast-paced environment that made the experience engaging and interesting, teaching us to work quickly without losing originality and to collaborate effectively.


Last update: December 4, 2025