there is less and less of me every day. I am a human facade with no substance. my circle has come to an end and a new circle is already spinning somewhere, may it be with me or without me. the death of one is the fortune of another, and the fortune of another is the death of a third.
THREE.
three knocks, three road crosses and three drops of blood to mock the father, the son and the holy spirit.
The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me, because the Lord has anointed me; He has sent me to preach to the humble, to heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim release to the captives and to open the eyes of the blind, to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn.
SOLD MY SOUL FOR A PILE OF SCRAP is my vision of former Estonian life, existence and greed. a vision of a man who was willing to give his soul for a fortune that put a casket over him.
I have taken inspiration from my roots in Pöide and from the mythology surrounding kratts. everything was once given a second life, i did the same in the form of usind deadstock fabrics and recycled leather. the color range is characteristic to Pöides traditional clothes. the details are either 3, inspired by three drops of blood, or 6, inspired by the number of evil itself. the collection has a total of 11 sets to balance out the evil by an angel number. Every garment has flaws, as only our creator is capable of creating something perfect.
