People are always asking about this extraordinary photograph: a photographer took this of me wearing a 1930s wedding dress that was set on fire.
I can only say we used a special mix of petrol and several high-powered fire extinguishers. We had lots of specially-trained staff, experts in fire and special effects. The stunt should not be attempted by anyone reading this, not even in the pursuit of attention-seeking. Although, I have to admit that anyone walking down Tooting High Road in a wedding dress on fire would attract a certain type of attention.
The philosophy behind such a shot was to capture anger, beauty and destruction. The destruction of a wedding dress is sacrilegious.
To be in a barren desert, in an antique wedding dress (itself a symbol of luxury, feminity, culturalism) whilst on fire, with head raised, seemingly oblivious to the danger, was a beautiful moment.
I would willingly perish for my art. Move over, Gaga.
