A perfume hall standing alone on a city skyline far beyond, one tall tower standing in it, seen from across open ground at dusk, the ground running off the lower edge. A pavilion standing on slender pilotis with the ground running beneath it, built of one material carried across every face, the detailing severe: a roof edge like a knife, frameless glazing, one plane meeting another with a shadow gap between them. The glazed run burns hot amber from end to end with the furniture standing dark against it, the one bright thing in the landscape. Deep blue dusk sky, one value step darker at the top, and dark saturated ground below. The opening is three storeys tall in a wall that looks single storey. Photographed on film, coarse grain across every surface including the flat sky. Wealthy, private, early evening — the house in use and the people inside it out of view.