The Lab

Hi, my name is Jonas and here we are in the business of giving birth to teeth. Teeth meticulously milled out of zirconia or lithium disilicate, stained and glazed to perfection, so perfect in fact, that the best human eye could not discern the difference between the original teeth in the mouth and the impostor. Interesting, if we analyse the very first information I give you in this written communication. Prosthetic teeth, false teeth... phoney teeth as Holden Caulfield would say. Yet of every tooth borne from the mere dust, toil and ingenuity that surrounds us, there is an impression, a photograph or at least an idea of something that existed before. And as follows, the question of how something sprang from relative nothing. Today, my boss and I were talking about how much you would eat of yourself if you were stranded on a desert island and it made the difference between life and death. We started with "Big Toe Stew" which R wasn't really keen on from the outset before ...