First person point of view, the camera never moves. She leans in toward the lens until her face and shoulders fill the frame, reaches out and presses one gloved fingertip against the lens, holds eye contact, then tilts her head and smiles. She keeps the black leather harness, satin camisole, long opera gloves and choker on the whole time. The hard overhead light rakes her collarbone and the background stays pure black.
She exhales a slow plume of smoke against the rain-streaked glass, the neon sign outside pulses red across her face, and she turns her head toward camera without changing expression. Blind shadows creep, rain runs down the window, distant traffic.
She squeezes the brass mister twice and a fine haze drifts through the green light; the big banana leaves nod under the water. She wipes the back of her wrist across her forehead, pushes a damp strand of hair off her neck and turns her face up into the sunlight coming through the glass roof, breathing out. Slow push in, humid air, droplets falling from the ferns, birdsong outside.
First person point of view, the camera never moves. She leans in toward the lens until her face and shoulders fill the frame, reaches out and presses one gloved fingertip against the lens, holds eye contact and bites her lower lip, then tilts her head and draws the finger slowly down out of frame. She keeps the black leather harness, satin camisole, long opera gloves and choker on the whole time. The hard overhead light rakes her collarbone and the background stays pure black.
She wakes, stretches both arms over her head and rolls onto her side toward the lens, hair sliding across the pillow. Slow push-in, then hold on her eyes.
She squeezes the brass mister twice and a fine haze drifts through the green light; the big banana leaves nod under the water. She wipes the back of her wrist across her forehead, pushes a damp strand of hair off her neck and turns her face up into the sunlight coming through the glass roof, breathing out. Slow push in, humid air, droplets falling from the ferns, birdsong outside.