Fisheye photograph in hard high sun, very close, straight lines bowing and the building tops leaning inward. A strikingly beautiful woman with sharp editorial features, high fashion casting, stands at a petrol forecourt with one wrist held out at the lens, a stack of enamel bangles in scarlet and cream filling the lower half of the frame, the rest of her sitting smaller behind them. A pale concrete canopy and a row of pumps behind her, deep blue sky with crisp white cloud above. Crisp small shadows. Deadpan absurdity, a mundane act performed with total ceremony, the subject unimpressed and entirely straight-faced.