The Minx in her dark – slips dangerously from the screen – the concept plays out in my being.  She finds rapture in colours, textures and warmths.  Breathes in the sticky desire and reports later in monotones and waxen eyes.  Never discouraged and finding fuel in the eyes of the animal, she submits herself to the ego.  Her temperament; a pushy affection, disguisedly selfless – the drug of choice.  Never timid, always with sense of [placebo] control.  The hunger is insatiable; it flows without ebb.  She is driven to please; this monster in me.

Jesse Falk