Making the Ordinary Extraordinary in Paris

A barefoot woman crossed a huge anonymous space in dead silence. She was wearing jeans and a white singlet which, as she came closer, were evidently fused as one item of clothing. On the soundtrack, a male voice began to tell us about her. She was a single mother, 40 years old, with a little boy who was eight, soon to be nine. While a parade of models made its way up and down the space, the voice lyrically itemised the pleasurable…