Today I stepped into a different world. It’s nearby, just two crossings from my workplace but it takes you way deeper.

Beep the card, buy a pretzel, put on sunglasses and meet Corina.  Short chatty walk near TNB on the curly streets wondering why some highschool girls look 30 nowadays. Stepped inside, the gramophone plays a red cover record I never heard about, called Motels (kill me with stones and knit a scarlet letter on my chest if I am being a music ignorant).

Beautiful laces, velvet and stripes arise from everywhere, books lavish on the couch, incredible leather “cahiers”  stand tall on a shelf and tasty complimentary tea awaits sipping.

But we are here with a goal: to place Corina’s knitting works in this world, no ground for negociations and marketing endeavors but simply show them to the world, maybe they’ll take one home.

The place:  Kombinat

The girl:  Corina

The knitting: