Both my hands look the same, but there is a great difference between them if they work individually. Originally I’m right—handed, when I work with my left hand it seems as if it’s against me. It’s like it has it’s own soul. Like a shadow. It looks the same even have the same shape, but as you look closer, you can notice the difference.

It’s a collection between reality and fantasy. The clothes are reacting on each other. The wearer has the feeling as if it’s body is out of it’s normal proportion. You’re wearing your own shadow.