

A cinematic photograph in a dark hotel ballroom at night, the camera lying on the parquet floor half a metre from her. She lies on her back on the polished parquet under a huge crystal chandelier lowered on its winch to a metre above her, resting, one arm across her eyes, one knee up, her wet dark auburn curls spread on the wood. One bare work lamp stands on the floor far to the right, low, so the light comes across her almost flat: it lights the side of her raised knee, her hip, her ribs and the underside of her arm, and throws her long shadow across the parquet to the left. The chandelier above her catches the same light and lays a net of small bright spots and shadows over her whole body and the floor. She wears a black cotton slip rucked to her hips, yellow rubber gloves to the elbow, black kneepads, bare feet. The chandelier itself, a metre above her, is far out of focus at the top of the frame, a mass of warm bokeh discs. Everything else is black. 35mm, f/2.8, shallow depth of field, bokeh, blurry background, her knee and hip sharp. Cinematic, melancholic, hyper-realistic, fine film grain. In the lower right corner, a small pencil signature: Ziggy