Forget Emily Brontë. This is not Wuthering Heights; the cold, lost and bitter house of Sir Heathcliff. Welcome to our modest country cottage.
Girl looking to right side. Wearing vintage denim shirt, FIND jeans.
In 1801, a so called Sir Lockwood arrives to Wuthering Heights. On the third line of the first page, first Lockwood’s thought of the farm is: ‘In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society.’ Without concerns, we want to let him know that we have found the perfect place for him to stay. However, we’re far away from England. This is not so gloomy, not so mysterious, no dogs are under the furniture – our cottage is the real protagonist in our story.
Int. Kitchen | 14.00 h
In the kitchen -squared, small and blue- there is a young woman in a stripped loose shirt. She leans on the wall. It seems like she is waiting for something. The sun is setting and the orange light of the sunset colours her face.
Girl against the window wearing blue bucket hat.
Sometimes days can feel long enough. Even more in such a little place, isolated from people and technology. Indeed, there’s nothing more than a slow and endless routine. Laid on the bed, tired of doing nothing, she asks herself how Lockwood managed to desire such a lonely life.
On left Daniel Wellington watch, on right Hug & Clau long dress.
The girl sits on a table, grabbing her leg to her chest- begging time to pass. Suddenly, she remembers an iconic dialog of De Niro in a classic 80’s movie, ‘Once Upon a Time in America’. David ‘Noodles’ – the character he plays – is asked by Deborah in an encounter. She says: ‘Been waiting long?’ And he replies: ‘All my life.’
In the main room wearing a total white look. 60’s styled pants and a casual summer top.
Exhausted from looking through the windows, she suddenly notices an old photography book at the very top of a shelf. It’s a Francesca Woodman’s. The young photographer presents herself lonely as well. An artist that represents the ruin and the inestability of the body in time. The girl feels identified with that young Woodman that actually felt her life was the rest of an empty cup of coffee.
Series inspired on Francesca Woodman’s long exposure work.
The girl keeps sitting, laying and interacting with the cottage. As if the little house was in some way another part of her body. Too lonely as Lockwood in his property next to Wuthering Heights, she asks herself why she is alone there. Why she keeps staring the busy streets through the windows? What is she waiting for?
Black and white, girl on the stairs.
Art direction, photography & words Penélope Blas
Model & styling Noelia Blas