In 2024, I was visiting my mother back in Denmark, who suffered from dementia. Each visit felt like a bittersweet attempt to grasp what was slipping away. She no longer remembered my name, nor the countless memories we once shared. It was like holding sand in my hands — no matter how tightly I tried to hold on, it slowly sifted through my fingers. In those moments, the simple act of hugging her became a lifeline. A hug was something real, physical, something I could still give her even as so much else faded.

Fade Away - Dementia

Self Love is a portrait and a story about a man who went through gender transition, and is now, finally able to love herself.

Self Love

The wedding Night

**Michelle’s story:**

_“Honestly, sometimes it feels like I’m just a prop in my own life–admired, captured, posted—but never truly seen. People want to be near me so they can feel more important. But why? I’m not important. It’s like they’re trying to grab a piece of my world, hoping some of the shine will rub off. And yeah, social media has played a huge part in getting to where I am, but it also turned relationships into something weird and transactional. A selfie with me, or a comment from my account, even a tag at some exclusive event—suddenly, those things are treated like trophies. People collect them like proof of status. And honestly, it’s exhausting. Real connection gets lost in this mess of performance and image. Sometimes I wonder if they care about me at all, or just what being seen with me does for them. It's hard to tell the difference anymore.”_

Trophy #2 - Michelle

The Hug series was born during a profoundly personal chapter of my life.​

This deeply emotional experience opened a door to broader reflections on the meaning of hugs. Beyond my personal story, hugs embody a universal language — they can heal wounds, resolve conflicts, signify departures, reunions, love, and sometimes even unspoken goodbyes. Whether between friends, family, or strangers, a hug carries a range of emotions, from tenderness to finality.

Hugs - Untitled 1+2

The Hug series was born during a profoundly personal chapter of my life.

This deeply emotional experience opened a door to broader reflections on the meaning of hugs. Beyond my personal story, hugs embody a universal language — they can heal wounds, resolve conflicts, signify departures, reunions, love, and sometimes even unspoken goodbyes. Whether between friends, family, or strangers, a hug carries a range of emotions, from tenderness to finality.

Hugs - Goodbye Stranger

Hugs - Lost in a Moment

Hugs - Jump

**Elizabeth's story:**

_"When I was young, I didn’t just want a job—I wanted a career. I wanted to break glass ceilings, walk into boardrooms like I belonged, and prove I could lead in a man’s world. While many of my friends were talking about marriage and children, I was chasing promotions, working late, and pushing myself harder than anyone else. Eventually, I made it—I became the CEO of a large publicly traded company at a fairly young age._

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_It wasn’t easy. I had to fight for every ounce of respect in rooms full of people who doubted me. But I earned it. And I earned my own respect, too._

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_There’s so much pride in that. But if I’m honest, there’s also loss. I never had children. I never built a family of my own. Back then, you couldn’t be both—a mother and a top executive—without giving something up. I chose the ladder. I chose ambition. And yes, some nights that choice still aches._

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_Now, at 60, I see my life with pride and perspective. I think of myself as a different kind of trophy—not objectified, but earned. I hope young women look at me and think, “It’s possible.” Because it is. And maybe that’s my real legacy."_

Trophy - Elizabeth

**Gia’s story:**

_“I was 26 when I met him—charming, older, insanely wealthy. He offered me a life most people only dream about: designer clothes, private jets, luxury, everything. All I had to do was look pretty and stay by his side. At first, it felt like a fairytale. But now I’m 46, and looking back, it feels more like a trade. I gave up my ambitions, my potential, my voice—bit by bit. I used to dream of building something of my own, of being known for more than just how I looked. But I got comfortable. Comfortable in the soft trap of luxury. I don't regret everything—there were beautiful moments—but sometimes it feels like I sold my soul for security. And now, with time slipping by, I wonder who I could’ve been if I’d chosen differently. I wonder if being adored was ever worth more than becoming me.”_

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