A strange mélange of imagery: a pair of legs in fishnet stockings goes for a ride on a vintage bicycle in an industrial park. The legs come in contact with vinegar, feathers, confetti and house paint. A film exacting a marriage of common, yet unpredictably relatable subjects, is projected onto a screen and then continues into reality. By riding the bicycle behind the film you will complete the frame and these legs will become your own. These legs will become your mom's, my cousin's, your enemy's, my lovers and mine all at once. They are so ordinarily sexual. They are splattered with such common place things. Why would we watch such a thing? And what does it look like backwards?