Her androgynous and elastic body is languidly laying down on a grand modèle towel. Her skin is brass coloured. Lady V. uses her fingers to grab a gin-soaked ice cube from her glass. But it’s not enough. She stands up and dives. The swimming pool is nearby, nestled in the geometric solids of an architecture that could have been drawn by Richard Neutra. The body inclination is so under control that the contact with water causes a thud, and a single splash falls on the open copy of Bret Easton Ellis’s Less Than Zero deleting the words: “What’s right? If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it”. Maybe nothing more than the excess guarantees the success. After having re-emerged, she gives a look up and around her – as the lampshade can be moved in different directions – and she squeezes herself out in order to get as long as the legs of a pink flamingo. It’s time to get ready. She chooses a chromium-coloured sheath dress and a hat that seems to be freshly painted in white – it’s always hard to choose between black and white! She appears to be higher than usual or she feels so, as if she was always part of a stage design, even if her shoes are very close to the ground.