In this set of towels, we adopted a personal touch; selecting 8 artists and designers who are dog lovers (namely Frida Kahlo, Jackson Pollock, David Hockney, Rene Magritte, Tom Ford, Marc Jacobs, Alexander McQueen and Valentino), and match their profiles to the dogs. We hope the towels will be able to extend the message of love, understanding and care for animals.

Salute to Elaine, who shared her time and experience with us at the Animal Lovers League.

変态 (pronounced phonetically as ‘biàn tài‘ and resembling the Mandarin word for 'perverse'), directly translates to a 'change in attitude.' The work illustrates a decision as simple as removing a square from this white sheer garment, transforming it into a fetish object. This metamorphosis challenges viewers to reconsider their attitudes toward the concept of perversion.

a granny sitting at a rochor centre store gestured to me, 'come..'
she held me as i stood in front of her,
and i was hoping to collect some words of wisdom from this.
'what is this? did you do this yourself?' she held my shirt and asked.
'yes..(smiles)'
"don't wear this ever again!' 
'why?...' 
"don't wear this ever again. it is not good for your being (person).'
'why?...' 
silence. she held.

"Excuse me, sir, we don't mean to bother you, but we really need to use your shoulder," says street 20.6 guy.

when that wind blows, it brings me back to the time of our departure.

That curtain, that tablecloth, that sarong, that hammock, accompanied me while grandma and the 'changi relatives' had their mahjong sessions.

1992. I remember collapsing at the lift landing of the old HDB Ang Mo Kio flat. I felt grandma holding me in her arms crying, as though I had died. That moment felt so light and yet so far away. I miss that touch.

we were afraid to hold hands, and you tried holding my arms. so we kept very quiet as we walked. 

we wore our hearts on our sleeves, and hope that others could see that.

you left before, or maybe, we left after.

we lived together in one dimension that co-existed in twos.

i played soccer, broke a toenail, you gave me 50$ to see the doctor.
1992, i think, you left.

you were cooking and i was helping you for the first time.
1997, you left too. 

you said it would be tough without you.
1999, i think, again, you left.

for the first time, i held your hands, and took a video of that.
2009, you left. 

we live together now, in two dimensions, or probably more.

tomorrow, i write you a letter, and i will leave it to the postman to deliver to wherever you are.

love, us.

To leave the transcribing to the disciples.