In this short film for an untitled interlude, Lykke Li wakes up on a sandy no-chrome moon beach next to a long white-haired dog. She gathers her smart fur-collared trench and camp cup then organizes her knives. Later a large bend backwards, before she steps into the sand and drags it with her lobster-claw stiletto like a horse in a poor mood. The camera prowls around in a hungry circle, then they are facing and she seduces and whispers something before it pans up and goes quickly black. If the short continued into text for an ad, it would be for what? Luxury no tears mascara, a purple-dyed perfume, steak restaurant? Maybe engagement rings.
