Vivienne Westwood Red Label - Spring/Summer 2014 - London Fashion Week

’She danced, and was obliged to go on dancing through the dark night. The shoes bore her away over thorns and stumps till she was all torn and bleeding; she danced away over the heath to a lonely little house. Here, she knew, lived the executioner; and she tapped with her finger at the window and said: “Come out, come out! I cannot come in, for I must dance.“’ The Red Shoes, Hans Christian Anderson The dance of death must end. Trapped in its hostile environment an animal will die. It will try to leave. It