Clothing talent’s own.
Suit by **Marc Jacobs**.
Suit by **Marc Jacobs**.
Clothing talent’s own.
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Elias Rønnenfelt
It Turns out That Summer for the Subconscious Is Eternal
I first met Elias Bender Rønnenfelt about two years ago at a gig in Paris. He was on stage with his band Iceage screeching and screaming and hurting. It was quite impressive. I had a real meeting with him then, we talked for a bit, which was long enough to understand that he had real substance.
Two years later, and the prolific moonchild is in Los Angeles with his band Marching Church. It has been quite some time since his music and its movements evolved to something deeper than just a beat. The kids in Northern Europe are somehow rethinking music in a variation of cold wave, drone, and electronica. Elias is one of them.
This young, talented, prolific, and peculiar man let us take his picture and answered a few questions, but only while wearing the brown suit you see here—
#### _What’s your favorite moment of the day?_
The moment when, and if, clarity sets in. And the time when you start to blur it.
#### _Where is your favorite place to smoke?_
Places where you’re not usually allowed.
#### _What is one of your deepest fears?_
No longer being in the process of ”becoming;” loss of memory.
#### _Are you afraid of heights?_
Some heights, yes—other heights, not at all.
#### _What’s your best childhood memory?_
Endless summers; time standing still; picking berries in gardens; getting into trouble in the city; my sister; doing things for the first time.
#### _Can you name a movie that had an impact on you?_
_Last Tango in Paris_, _The Hustler_, _Fallen_ _Angels_ and plenty more.
#### _What do you do on the road when you’re bored?_
Drink. Meaninglessly converse. Read.
#### _Can you tell me a heartbreakingly beautiful song, person, or moment?_
My time in Asia last January was unreal. Shanghai was filled with teenage girl fans that screamed at me like I was in the Beatles in 1965 or something. WW2 bunkers turned into shady decadent clubs. Exploring the sad remains of communal living. Beijing was older, more traditional; I went and looked over the Forbidden City from a big hill in this park; the park had hundreds of choirs practicing old accordion-based Chinese folk songs, many of the spectators were singing as loudly as the people in the choir section.
#### _Photographer_: Dani Brubaker for Art-Dept.com.
_Stylist_: Hala Moawad.
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