On a warm June afternoon, Hayley Marie Coppin and Candice Collyer found themselves with a bowl of ice and absolutely no interest in keeping things cool. The two blondes are bathed in a blazing amber-gold backlight that turns their loose hair into something molten, their faces impossibly close together as the ice melts slowly between them, tracing cold, glittering paths across warm skin. The whole set has the quality of a waking dream, all heat and closeness and the soft, unhurried breathing of two women who have completely lost track of anything other than each other.
The ice does its work and the warmth does its work in equal measure, and as the cubes shrink to nothing Hayley and Candice let every last piece of clothing disappear along with them, until they are wrapped in nothing but the golden light and each other. Their long hair falls together, their skin glows, and the whole set pulses with a quiet, devastating intimacy that needs no explanation. Watch us, they say. Maybe we won't need to explain. They are absolutely right.