These titles were born from a certain style, which I called Sleek like a slum. A practice informing a system, this is actually a world, together with its objects, its affections, its vibes and its rules, and a big boss: The Sleekest Man. Inevitably, aesthetic and superficial speculations originate, but also surfaces’ mirroring, lies and betrayals. My works are broken promises, my words have  no hope.