Interior. Night-time. An empty Parisian apartment with clean lines and view of the Eiffel Tower, The floors are covered in thick carpet. the wardrobe is made of oak. Electronic music plays from one of the rooms.
The Fursac man gets ready, never too handsome. He tries on a suit and then a leather jacket. He pulls on a smooth velvet jacket over a matching shirt and tie. Raspberry coloured. Dark glasses, tie, loafers. He shifts styles but his personality remains unchanged. Unchangeable. His virility, his femininity, his presence are all his own.
