

1girl, Adelheid von Schönau, 27yo, porcelain skin, razor-sharp asymmetric ink-black bob, ice-gray eyes, sharp cheekbones, thin ironic lips, tall wiry frame, long pianist fingers, slender arched feet, She is simply wearing a black cashmere knit sweater, too big for her, which slips slightly off her bare shoulder.The fluidity of the fabric reveals the absence of a bra, hinting at the free movement of her breasts and the curve of her lower back as she bends down to change a neo-folk record., on the left side of the photoShe is barefoot, her white toenails contrasting with the dark rugs in her living room. Her thin-framed tortoiseshell reading glasses rest on her nose. standing in the middle of She has her head slightly tilted, a subtle, tender smile on her lips, and an intense gaze. in the middle of the living room of her small company-provided apartment; the window behind her looks out onto the empty, illuminated street—it is 10 p.m. To her right stands a simple, austere, and jam-packed bookcase; and a coffee table holds a stack of vinyl record sleeves and an ashtray containing a smoldering cigarette.