It stands to reason that the cover shoot
of Bambi Magazine‘s latest issue should be
this one. It exists at the surreal place where the lines of shocking and
stunning intersect; where you might be too disturbed to want to keep looking
but too intrigued to look away. Like a horror movie watched through parted
fingers – as if they might offer some flimsy protection from the nightmare
being projected on screen – it draws you into its empty corridors and clinical
white walls and leaves you there in capable, latex-gloved hands. But capable of
what exactly?
