I had never heard of reality being compared to a dodgy suitcase, but somehow I understood exactly what he meant, as the video opened with him standing in front of a bathroom mirror. The camera was set up behind his right shoulder, filming his reflection. This scene lasted for fifteen or twenty seconds before he blinked three times and brought his hands up into the frame of the mirror, showing the viewer that he was holding a mask. It wasn’t a full mask, which is to say it lacked facial features, apart from the eye holes, the nostril holes, and a slit for the mouth. Metaphorically speaking, it represented a clean slate from which to work, and work he did, as he picked up a marker and drew a pair of full, pouting lips. Above the lips, he drew an upturned nose. Above the nose, he drew a pair of eyes that seemed to widen with innocence as they sloped down and away with a swallowed sadness, brought on by the merciless hands of powerful men. Then he added wisps of brows that raised themselves up into question marks. Finally, he donned a wig of brown pigtails, before applying red lipstick to the lips, after which he wrote something across the mirror: Raped by Louis B. Mayer, it said, as she blew a kiss at the camera.