Brigitte's shoot day is almost over. It's late afternoon in March. Typically for spring, it's cool and damp outside with a heavy sky of thick gray clouds overhead. Outside may be gloomy, but inside the loft it's bright and cheerful. As the camera trains itself on Brigitte one last time, her eyes follow it's every move. Brigitte's coy, if not cautious. Instinctively, she always knows where the camera would like to go next. With Brigitte, posing nude has always been a game of cat and mouse.