I decided to lock myself in. A forced segregation. Sabbatical. A retreat into myself. My selves. Play hide and go seek in the looking-glass. The mirror angled at the foot of my bed. Twisted reflections bouncing off into infinity. Obsessed… — Lydia Lunch Copy Share Image
We are obsessed with image. I don't think we should take it that seriously. — Geri Halliwell Copy Share Image
