"'I have no first name' was the vertiginous realisation I made one day. Or rather, I no longer had one. The old one was like an ugly old jumper, a family present you are made to wear: out of fashion, too big, too small, too tight, suffocating. Too feminine. A name is gendered, a name tells a story, a name can be changed. Changed, yes — but for which one? How do you choose?" Five names follow one another in the work, like so many past identities, while the photographs follow a transition and the skin that a first name gives, or takes away.