Heidi Kim at W Hong Kong Hotel

Silhouette black & gold lamps looking like a butterfly diadem and the curtain wall glides forth, dark in darkness, an exotic stage or set of a Sternberg film, and the room lightens, and SHE, whom we first only see from the back (like in an old painting) sits looking away, motionless, to then at the magic moment—magic! the image jerks wretchedly as though Leacock drunk or Warhol asleep—turn around and face the camera, as long and directly and secretively as the people in films by Friedl vom Gröller tend to do, and shortly thereafter break the flow; but just...