- Boy: You're the Tonks to my Lupin.
- Me: You're the quidditch to my Oliver Wood.
- Boy: You'll be oliver my wood.
A.F. Vandevorst installation for Arnhem Mode Biennale 2011
“A girl sleeping in a hospital bed in her A.F. Vandevorst dress. But here, the girl as well as the mattress and pillow are made out of candle wax. Once lit, what starts as a perfect image will slowly melt and perish during the biennale.”
I can hear the waves crashing from my window every night. It makes the stress and anxiety sort of worth it. x