In my adolescences , the clothier would paint the body of the women on the covers with markers in order to censor their bodies (some of them still do).
Whenever I teared the package, only the scrawl of the black marker paint would still remain on the covers of the package but the picture of the woman underneath it wasn’t censored. The black scrawls of censorship are always there but women will be set freed from it someday. (in some countries women’s pictures are still censored with this method)
I was inspired by this event to create this collection.