Ink and black straps against pink

She films herself close, a phone’s-eye view of the room, the pink behind her flattening everything into colour. Black straps come loose one at a time across a heavily tattooed arm and shoulder, and she stays with the undressing rather than hurrying through it. By the end her hand has moved on from the clothes.

Homemade work like this lives or dies on nerve, and she has plenty. The ink gives the camera something to follow as she turns; the bright backdrop reads less like a set than a bedroom corner she has claimed. A Brazilian striptease filmed without a crew, and better for it.