I worked on a small clothes collection in a small collective with friends, we decided to make one every month but after the first sale we realized it's not the way to do it.
I moved out of Tel Aviv.
I had an exciting virtual affair with a far away boy. i flew to canada to visit him and stayed a bit too long. it was the loneliest I've ever felt in my life.
I came back home, lost my confidence, grew a beard.
I stayed with my parents, thought about: flying to Berlin/Madrid, opening a store in Tel Aviv, becoming a photographer, making myself new clothes.
I decided that while i'm staying with with my parents i'm going to build an apartment there, and changed the floor into a very nice 3 room apartment with new kitchen, bath, and a door to a balcony and stairs the leads to the garden.
Some of my friends moved to town as well and i felt less secluded.
I helped Noa with her new label, we made a website and photographed her collections.
My grandfather Eduard died, he was a stylish gentleman. i had to sort through his huge clothes collection.
I started planning an installation that will have some clothes and other objects, i'm still working on it.