GODS

Sleep at speed: the glamour of luxury sneakers without work, empty promises, reckless spending, and a feeling of divinity - but only for a couple of beats. Here, mirages change as quickly as the frames outside the window when driving “skrrt-skrrt” through the neighborhoods. A mixture of mantra and chaos, where fragile bravado covers up that very quiet “yes” in response to the question of death. The result is an ironic glamour in the style of “life balance on the edge,” which is equally seductive and frightening.