FKA Twigs slowly, yet steadily untangles herself from a bondage rig made of her own hair, learning to use what once entrapped her as a tool to reach into a digital bliss...
The lines between macabre and sexy are incredibly blurred as video girl turned video star FKA Twigs psychically enters a death chamber to get one last dance with her man.
Google Glass might be cool, but does it look cool? It does when being worn and operated by FKA twigs, who uses this branded short film to show how the wearable device can help her go through dance references, inspirations and other artful endeavors.
She is a Goddess. Or, at least a Khaleesi. FKA Twigs reigns at the center of a moving work of art — if I was an jackass, I'd call it a Tableau Vivant — as director NABIL starts in close and then pulls out to show the monumental scale of her throne room.
Between the Margaret Keane eyes, capable of producing an electric teardrop, and her head going tick-tock like a swinging pocketwatch, you find yourself hypnotized.
