


A dark concrete workshop, the far end unlit, one tall window in the back wall. Left of centre and close to the camera stands a wooden tailor's dress form on a black iron stand, and standing on it, holding its shape with nobody inside it, is a garment of clear running water cut as a long gown: a straight neckline, a waist seam, and from the small of its back a wide train that pours away behind it, a moving sheet splitting into ropes and threads and separate drops, running out across the floor into a wide flat pool. The woman stands bare beside it with nothing on at all, one hand resting on the wooden shoulder, her body turned toward the gown and her face turned away toward the window, her jaw set; her bare feet are in the same pool. The right third of the frame is a dark wall with a bench along it, and on the bench a soaked paper pattern and a pair of steel shears. Hard daylight comes through the window behind them both, so the gown glows white and the workshop goes black. Camera at chest height. The gown sharp, the far end of the workshop soft. Her wet dark auburn hair is pushed back off her face. Everything else in one narrow range of pale stone, wet plaster and grey linen; her skin and the water are the only bright things in the picture. Matte surfaces, no polish. Fine 35mm film grain. In the lower right corner, a large pencil signature in looping script, clearly visible: Ziggy






