I’m in 1984 now, a rather difficult year to me. The people I hang with were not role models in society, and I really didn’t like being part. I included this photo in the set that I showed Anders Petersen, because it meant something to me. He liked it, much because of the hidden faces. I like it because of the ambiguous feelings it stirs up in me. One side of me wanted to be part, another to be invisible or just far away.