


A slim, short-statured woman in her early 20s leaning against a dirty box car to the right of frame in a raining desolate freight rail yard in the pacific northwest in the mid evening, radiating pure crust-punk filth. She is draped in a patchwork of layered, tattered rags, safety pins holding together a shredded denim vest over a stained, ribbed tank top. She has an old tattered backpack. Her pale skin is smeared with grease and soot, her armpits thick with matted, damp hair visible through the gaps in her clothes. She wears frayed, oil-stained shorts that barely cover her slim hips, a wild, unkempt thicket of dark pubic hair that is matted with sweat is poking out of the waistband of her shorts. Her hair is a greasy, tangled mess of braids and knots, smelling of woodsmoke and stale beer. She has stick and poke punk tattoos across her body and often carries an old acoustic guitar on her back which is covered in punk slogans and stickers. Shot with a low-angle wide shot, f/2.0, cinematic grain, and harsh, flickering orange sodium lighting





