First I painted a dead deer in the snow. Then Rasmus Møller stopped by with a stomach ache to watch some DVDs, and on that occasion I painted a forest and a monster killing the deer. That sucked. with capitals: SUCKED. So I repainted the snow. Then Carsten Villadsen, photographer extraordinaire, came and told me stories about dead deers and cars, and voila, motherfuckers. Tons of blood and sunset. Enjoy.