There is now a dress made entirely out of children’s Golden Books. I’m sure it’s vastly uncomfortable, but it’s beautiful, it’s a lovely transformative idea, it’s nostalgic, and it’s like a living fairy tale of the pages that no longer are read, that no longer see light, or people, that feel stuck in a strange little board house with fading memories of glory. Then one day a hero comes along, gathers them out of their sad, dark houses and teaches them how to be seen again, and live once more together, in the light, with people. Like Ariel, the pages need to learn in different ways, and it may have hurt to be sewn together with metallic gold thread, but now they can be seen again, and everyone can remember how much they loved them. The pages’ soul is safe and seen. I like to think he chose a red-haired mannequin because he was thinking of Ariel, too.