FOUNDER & CREATIVE DIRECTOR BACK THEN......
We were a group of friends who listened to Einstürzende Neubauten and Cabaret Voltaire. We believed that the black painted concrete floor were the new alternative sofa, where you easily could merge toes with the Prime Minister. We fed on each other's madness and worshipped black, as it was God. Future freaks and unlimited creativeness was the keyword. AND SOMETHING CAME OUT OF NOTHING.
It all began in a creative pipeline. A search for something similar to the foundation of life. In fact, back then it was just traveling thoughts.
But it was black. Absolutely. It was the future that was interesting, the absurd and black, just to manifest the demonstration. That’s how the stones were laid.
I lived in a small wooden house in Silkeborg. During my teenage years, my mother left our home because she wanted to live in a commune in Ry. My brother and I had two bedrooms in the house. The rest of the house was rented out to somebody else. It was that time when it was very popular to raise children different, and for them to be independent. So we were responsible for our own lives.
Our friends were cool, and I remember a couple of them wanting to check up on a friend. They had no money but took off on a Puch Maxi. One of them was Barnes and he weighed approx. 120 kg ........ and therefore he had to sit in front. The second guy was Ferry. They came all the way to Vejle - only to find their good friend dead of an overdose. The difference between them - The deceased had everything - and the two on the Puch had nothing. Only a crippled childhood with the Pentecostal Movement, and regular beatings with the belt.
And me? - A mother of the woman’s rights crusade, and hence a life as a teenager without borders or rules.
We were a group of friends who listened to Einstürzende Neubauten and Cabaret Voltaire. We believed that the black painted concrete floor were the new alternative sofa, where you could easily merge toes with the Prime Minister. We hung out at the local Club Boudisque and listened to K. Baker. We fed on each other's madness and worshipped black, as it was God. Out of the black magic came the strength. Future freaks and unlimited creativeness was the keywords. And we dreamed of anything but the cheap reality we each on our own way, were hung up in. We usually crashed at smashed clubrooms or a stinky community kitchen around the corner.
But we made something out of nothing.
SOMETHING CAME OUT OF NOTHING. Something that grew - came to the surface and revealed itself as a manifestation. We created dynamism and momentum.
Our imagination created the motion. And damn - we were productive.
I remember one of my friends painted his wall every other day, he wrote through art, his diary, displayed his mood, and new concepts.
And I? I think I made 400 different uniforms and probably a few hundred suits.
I remember a picture of me, I was in poker dots - black and white, black leather tie - white men’s shirt, which I had re-draped with a corsage, black nails and Kohl around the eyes.
At the Designschool in Kolding, it was pretty hard. I was not the best at drawing and actually failed the first exam. But already then, I was graphically oriented. In my early years of school, I loved math, I skated through with top marks, it was as if the numbers were patterns, and was in constant motion. Strangely it was, that I would never be working directly with numbers.
Now I know how the creative and the mathematical co-related - just the same reason as it manifests itself in my designs today.
THE BALANCE IN 5