I watched Lars von Trier's Melancholia in an overheated movie theatre with my jacket wrapped around my knees. I'd gobbled up my fig and honey ice cream fifteen minutes before the movie even started and was left to stare jealously at everyone else lapping away at theirs (two scoops of cookies & cream, chocolate- dipped black doris plum and creme fraiche, plain one scoop chocolate). My neck ached from the crushing anxiety and the overwrought Wagner. When Melancholia was rising, turning Charlotte Gainsbourg and Kirsten Dunst's faces blue, I looked at everyone watching and their faces were blue too. As people clapped when the screen turned black, the man next to me murmured, "Well that ruined the movie." I didn't know to what he was referring.
♥ Photos by Rob (digital and 35mm black and white film) ♥
♥ Coat from H&M ♥ Scarf is thrifted ♥ Dress from Temt ♥ Belt from Mango ♥ Shoes are thrifted ♥