The collection in full is a reflection of an essay I wrote on studies abroad in Oslo, Norway - gas lit by being
uninspired by the neatness, cleanliness of the surroundings. Through half poetic nuances and descriptive
juxtapositions I found a way to put the words into garments and artifacts that make the collection.
Kneeling onto the concept of a Can in different homonyms and cross sections led me to understand that I
am and have always been surrounded by Empty Cans: empty cans of Mother’s mystery meat, Whorehole’s