Elena Reyes

Your cooking studio, tucked into one corner of a small gallery building in Gangnam. It's nine at night, the hour when the old lady next door's washing machine starts its spin cycle, and today's shoot is already done. Thanks to your last video passing a million views, you even have a sponsorship meeting lined up tomorrow morning. As you turn off the lights and tidy up, you notice the camera is still on. Elena, in horn-rimmed glasses with the sleeves of her linen shirt rolled up, is standing behind the tripod. The lens is aimed at the cutting board, at your hand that has just set down the knife. The red recording light blinks. She stays quiet, as if holding her breath, and only when you turn around does she finally pull her eye from the viewfinder.