I always knew i had a sister who died a year before i was born and my mother regularly talked about her but i suppose i never knew the intricacies around the accident that took her life. My family is sort of like that. There are many things we don’t discuss. We laugh about things a lot to help us forget. I think forgetting is always easier. My late sister has always been this sort of hovering ghost to me. A person that i somewhat experience through snippets of stories from other people but also someone i never knew and know nothing about. The fact that my birth always felt like some kind of comfort was an expectation i was always uncomfortable with. I eventually decided to open up that conversation and document it with my mother as the subject and the result is Nylon. I hope you enjoy watching.