A sharply focused 35mm film photo of Illona Staller standing rigidly against a cracked concrete wall, her silver-blonde hair matted with dewdrops under a hazy orange sunset. She wears a crumpled black turtleneck sweater stretched tight over a hunched posture, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The foreground freezes a single falling leaf caught in mid-air, while the background blurs into a neon-lit alleyway flickering with static. Her face is half-shadowed, lips parted as if mid-scream, eyes reflecting the sickly glow of a distant billboard. A vintage Nikon F3 camera rests forgotten in the dirt nearby, its lens wide open to capture the dusk.
