13 Dec 2022

Really unreal: in the sultan’s room we witness a character off-screen, unfiltered, red-eared. I can’t tell if I like it (can’t tell if I’m supposed to). When I replay it I think of velvet, rum, the brightest green blazer, the mean girls in school, the front row laughter. It relapses into the second dimension where it belongs.

A woman saturated in red light holds a bag up, looking into the camera with attitude.