I thought it was "artistic."
I had a whole bunch of crap 4-by-6 photos...blurry ones, duplicates, generally the pictures I didn't need and which would have ended up in the bin had I not compulsively held on to every snapshot I ever took. I decided, hey, why not make a dress out of these rejects, with a couple of train timetables thrown in for good measure? The straps were made out of the negatives, and the whole get-up reached down to my knees. Nice.

...So I made it. At the time, I thought the dress was quite cool. However, because all I had to work with were paper, photos, and clear tape, I had to roll myself into the dress - lie on the floor, roll myself up in it like the filling in a taco, then tape it shut.

I thought I looked fantastic, but there was one problem: taped-together photos aren't very flexible. After taping myself in, I somehow rolled and struggled to my feet, and then waddled as far as the door before I realised the world was not ready for my DIY expertise.
( KersaI Missive Free Michael Shields! with Monday's Liverpool Echo, Mon 28 Aug 2006, 5:03, Reply)