

A cinematic photograph at the open end of a car wash tunnel at night, taken from outside and slightly behind. The car has stopped, the driver's door is open, and she is halfway out of it, caught between sitting and standing, one bare foot down on the wet concrete and one hand still on the door frame, her head turned back into the car looking at the wet seat behind her. Her thin white shirt is soaked down one whole side and clinging, her white-blonde hair is flat and wet. Behind her the tunnel is still dripping and full of steam, lit cold blue; in front of her, out of the tunnel mouth, a warm orange street lamp throws a long wet reflection across the concrete, and that orange reflection is the brightest thing in the picture. Her skin is caught between the two colours. The bottom edge of the frame cuts through her standing foot. 35mm, camera low, f/4, the wet concrete sharp. Muted, melancholic mood, hyper-realistic, fine film grain. In the lower right corner, a small pencil signature: Ziggy