

Straight down from above onto the floor of a small tiled changing room in the middle of the night, the camera directly overhead. Three naked adults are lying on the wet tiles on a spread of towels and dropped clothes, exhausted, just finished, their skin flushed and damp and their chests still moving. Nadia lies on her back a little off centre, her body running diagonally across the frame, one knee fallen outward and the other leg straight, one arm flung above her head and the other lying across her own stomach, her head turned away from the camera, her long dark hair spread on the tiles. To her left the same student throughout - a young woman of nineteen, pale-skinned, with a long face, a small mouth and light brown hair, the low bun completely come down, lies on her front, her face turned toward Nadia's shoulder with her eyes closed, one arm folded under her own head and the other straight down at her side. To Nadia's right a young man of about twenty lies on his back with one forearm across his eyes and both legs straight. Nobody is touching anybody. Their clothes are scattered around them in three separate heaps and the rolled grey towel that props the studio door open is lying flat among them. The door is shut. One hard strip light directly overhead lights the three bodies and the wet tiles and nothing else; the corners of the room are black. Camera straight overhead, level. deep focus, everything sharp, three figures as marks on a pale floor. In the lower right corner, a pencil signature: Ziggy