There are three women sitting in a bar. While eating salted pistachios, they reminisce about the good old days. About growing up together, training their graphic skills across the river, traveling North for a mysterious master and teaching typography in their hometown. They smile. When the first woman orders her third vodka of the evening, a dog enters the bar and asks her who she is. At first, she defines herself as a graphic designer working and living in Antwerp but then realizes it would make more sense to say she’s a romantic. Later on she introduces the dog to the woman sitting next to her: a suggested friend who shares a bond of mutual affection for graphic artifacts of our current era and the desire to materialize the intangible. She recently published her first book. While the conversation continues, the third woman realizes she’s had too many orange-colored wines and stumbles towards the restroom. With both hands holding the sink, she looks into the mirror where a fourth woman appears. She quietly asks her who she is. The reflection smiles. ‘I’m not sure yet’.