*A fever hold mi one night*

Insomnia holding up my eyelids. One recycled jacket-of-leather. A dizzy, wizzing mind. A case of stationary tools. A smile. A stolen hinge from daddy's tool pan. A bright light. Crys to stop from an unfortunate room mate.

This is how the first sparks of Nisse came into being.

For the neck, the head, the wrist... the leg (if it please you)!

It was Jamaica. Land of wood and water that cured me; I became the she I said I'd like to be proud of.

Free. Strong. Beautifully me.

Scream booo at the norm - have the balls to ask for that barter-deal, believe in yourself. CURE.   

Nisse has many lovers. She is easy. A

slave to your satisfaction.  She is impractical. She Simplifies. Makes the Beautiful, possible. ​
 

Designing and handcrafting leather-wear since 2003.

(of my fashion fever)​

born from a fertile id, recycled leather & daddy's hardware​