Imagine a dark vixen dressed in leather and lace. Pulsating with sex appeal she paints the town red in a pair of spike-heeled stilettos, drinking and dancing into the wee hours of the night. Naturally, the next morning exhausted and sick with a pounding headache, she barely has enough time to slip into a respectable pencil skirt and demure jacket before catching a cab to work. At the office she hides behind thick tortoise-shell glasses, but her piercing kohl smeared eyes, tussled tresses and lace stockings give away a naughty secret.

Paying homage to the duality of existence, Camilla Staerk constructs a fictional heroine, who is a corporate secretary by day and femme fatale seductress by night. Clothed in draped leather skirts, pleated minis, abbreviated jackets, belted jumpsuits and wool trench coats the Staerk woman travels back and forth between two different personas. She is a chameleon, who can carry a black fishnet top or a simple grey dress with the same ease.