The Carotene Bloodshed

    I never totally recovered from the fabulous elevator scene in the mesmerising crime-thriller film "Drive'. There are few movie scenes I would describe as transcendental, and this is one of them, because I feel elevators are great for building tension and no matter what someone will die as a result. I always admire a creative work that accomplishes the beauty in art by encompassing both the beautiful and the sublime. Refu accomplishes this with "Drive". What is even more amazing is that he does so with one scene within the film. (watch the scene here)

    An elevator is something people use everyday at home, at work or in a shopping centre. What could possibly go wrong? You're forced into an enclosed space with a load of strangers and there's only one rule: no talking. Attempting conversation in an elevator is like eating food in the loo: just not right. So people just stand there – staring ahead, uneasily waiting for their floor. Add to that the perennial fear of something going wrong, of being the victim helplessly trapped inside an inescapable box that is dangling on a wire and you've got one of the most awkward situations in everyday life (these are the reasons I am great fan of stairs).
This is what makes the lift perfect for cinema. What better way of hiking up the tension than by throwing your characters together in a metal box with no windows. 

    Anyway, in an attempt to tame my claustrophobic nature I decided to express my fascination for this moving object by photographing the bloodless killing of a bunch of carrots. (A.D)

skirt : H&M | white shirt : Tara Jarmon | shoes : Zara | perl necklaces : vintage |
rings : Chanel, De Beers, Vintage 

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