Lipstick Fantasy

‘Overheard at the Bar’

Concept:

Night. A dim bar. Glasses clink.
Fragments of a conversation drift through the room. Two voices — half-whispered, slightly ironic. “Do you think lipstick changes a person?” “Not changes… reveals.” “Reveals what?” “The version they were imagining all along.”
The dialogue feels casual, intimate, almost accidental — like something overheard rather than performed.

Les larmes de Narcisse.

Le maquillage comme machine.

Libre et prisonnier à la fois.
L’oiseau, lui, demeure libre.

Franz Schubert.

Lipstick Fantasy

‘Overheard at the Bar’

Concept:

Night. A dim bar. Glasses clink.Fragments of a conversation drift through the room. Two voices — half-whispered, slightly ironic. “Do you think lipstick changes a person?” “Not changes… reveals.” “Reveals what?” “The version they were imagining all along.”

The dialogue feels casual, intimate, almost accidental — like something overheard rather than performed.

Night. A dim bar. Glasses clink.
Fragments of a conversation drift through the room. Two voices — half-whispered, slightly ironic. “Do you think lipstick changes a person?” “Not changes… reveals.” “Reveals what?” “The version they were imagining all along.”