This one began with him standing in front of a bathroom mirror. The camera was set up so that it was filming his reflection. Fifteen or twenty seconds elapsed before he blinked three times and then brought his hands up from beneath the mirror, into the frame of the mirror, showing the viewer what he was holding in his hands. It was a mask, of course, and he put it on, but it was devoid of all facial features: there was a slit for the mouth, holes for the eyes and nostrils, but there were no lips, eyebrows, or any other signifiers of character or gender. With the mask on, he picked up a marker and christened a pair of red lips with a youthful pout. Above the lips he fashioned an upturned nose, turned up at everything and nothing at all. Above the nose he used a shading technique to great effect, giving life to heavy brow bones that sloped down and away under the weight of a swallowed sadness. Underneath, he brought the full gamut of his drawing talent to bear on a pair of beautiful brown eyes that seemed to widen with innocence as they narrowed at the rough hands of powerful men. He crowned the eyes with wisps of brows, giving a permanent look of surprise to a face that turned away from itself more than it ever turned away from the world. Finally, he donned an auburn wig of braided pigtails, wrote exploited by MGM across the mirror, blew a kiss at the camera, and ended the video.