Marc de Leeuw

A young woman’s naked body lies inertly on a kitchen floor. With the paint all flaked off and the trash in the garden, her house looks deserted at first glance. The atmosphere is ominous. In a nearby wood, a man calls his beautiful white, almost translucent dog. The man and woman’s paths cross at a copy shop, where the introverted woman’s peculiar physical obsession manifests itself.

A young woman’s naked body lies inertly on a kitchen floor. With the paint all flaked off and the trash in the garden, her house looks deserted at first glance. The atmosphere is ominous. In a nearby wood, a man calls his beautiful white, almost translucent dog. The man and woman’s paths cross at a copy shop, where the introverted woman’s peculiar physical obsession manifests itself.