If you’re reading this, you’re probably curious about us.

We’d love for you to know everything. It’s just difficult to know where to start. This is a nonlinear interpretation. A representation. Of then, of now, of us.

This is Doberman.

This is sailor tattoos on hands of gold. This is unicorn embroidered skirts. Bespoke suits and buttoned up shirts. Originating in times of La Copa de la Vida. Times where three nines became three zeroes.

Growing, like one does, as time passes. Single, double, to triple digits. From one to a hundred. Spanning oceans. Small in mind.
Big in heart.

This is whatever we want it to be. Whatever we make it. This is as much of each and every one of us. The smell of snus and high ambition. Freshly ground coffee and dedication. The sound of nothing, and the sound of everything.

This is watching rain pour down the 69th Regiment Armory. Midtown at a standstill. Madison Square Park during heatwaves.
Tranquility in turmoil.

This is grand vessels docking in Söder Mälarstrand. This is experience. Energy. The mothership, you’d say. Constantly under construction, yet always running.
En route, somewhere.

What this is, is materializing behind mountains of neon. Mountains of how to make this even better. Making it different. Magical. Making it together.

This really is as much of each and every single one of us.

This is for defining. Redefining.
A perpetual loop driven by a desire for something new.

By looking beyond, it reveals within - It’s always running.
En route, somewhere.

This is perplexingly simple; yet complex like the Penrose. Overcoming something said to be physically impossible. An act of balance, of dexterity.

We’re on to something!

This is for moments of definition. For finding each other and finding ourselves. This is where love comes in showers. Where there is magic, around every corner.

This is for being close,
for being far.

This is for the crazy,
and for the bizarre.

This is Doberman.