There is little as beautiful in film. Pipilotti puts notice to internal beauty, an artificial miss through man made. She dresses interiors in pictures of light. There’s a woman, a prize and backdrop room for canapes. The enclosures are discreetly. And such as creative, they wander off. Lighting effects bound to fade; installations moving to times of their own suns. Huge expense only rays of light.
Social reach like a party centre
And no one really there