Siobhan, totally naked on the crumpled white sheets of the studio, feels so iconic to me right now. Hardly anything exists in the room to distract from her from herself, and nothing as well, to distract us from her. These moments as we all focus completely on Siobhan's movements and sighs, her pleasure and her mounting arousal, seem to fade from thought, becoming embodied, an infinite now, no rush, no goal.
