exhibitionist and ****** are linked by common need.
the people of outer, inner Los Angeles live in houses with huge windows; they cruise one another insolently, unafraid of being watched as they watch; privacy is meaningless—there is only the sexiness of endless scrutiny and quick encounter.
he feels the heat, the balance between absorbed and emitted. the camera captures the changing blood flow in her skin. she scatters and absorbs far less than him.
consumed within roots of coincidence, the invisible her comes out through his lens; and it reveals the world as it truly behaves, not as it merely appears.