‘Me and Conrad M. during one of our silent rehearsals with Xx Xxxxxx, our band in the becoming, surrounded by trash and bottles of a fictive whisky blend I have secretly created in the office, a huge mirror in front of us, in which we can’t stop glancing as we try to get our band’s attitude straight, and in which we both discover that we are playing out very different fantasies of rock ‘n roll life, which afterwards leads to heavy discussions over which image we have to project, fights that already cast a dark shadow over the band’s future before we have even played one single note.’ (2012) Courtesy Galerie Zink

Rinus Van de Velde


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