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I like to watch old films. Meet Me in St Louis, Cul-de-Sac and Buffalo 66 are some of my favourites.
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Williams-Akoto. "My Home: Stella Vine, artist", The Independent, (2005-11-30)
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On her favourite films.

 

Stella Vine

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