A fading light paints a gentle caress of leaves across the fathers face, while Sophia lies seductively on her back at his feet. He holds his notes across his lap and he seems lost in the middle of some rambling story. Her eyes and full lips indicate no emotion, yet we imagine she is lost in a private thought about her father. A rich wood table leans toward Sophia, carrying the father's notes and glass to the edge. Sophia holds a curious magnetism that appears to draw all the surrounding objects towards her. An aging father juxtaposed against the flawless elegance of his reposing daughter.
Each crowned the best filmmaker on earth at one time, there must be a lot to discuss.
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