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In 1998 I created a photographic series comprised of 20 female friends wearing the same red-haired wig, which I occasionally worn going out or strolling the streets in New York City. I was not only exploring the city, but also myself looking for possibilities and identities within this anonymous space.

Asking my friends to pose with the wig gave the whole project yet another touch and let me look at them the same way I was scrutinized by others. They indeed seemed to become another person just by wearing this hair. Our conversations drifted into different directions than usual and the mutual observations were fruitful on both sides.

Almost 20 years later I altered the photographs using collage and paint techniques to change my Divas into anonymous portraits, aliens made of photoshoped parts from women's magazines, transforming them into manipulated objects, partly molested and fingered, sometimes at ease or touched gently.

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