Joey Fisher knows exactly what she is doing when she drops onto that dark sofa in Contented, and from the very first frame the feeling is unmistakeable: this is a woman entirely in her element. Dressed in a white crop top that leaves nothing to the imagination and light blue high-waisted skinny jeans that hug every curve, she commands the space against a backdrop of warm exposed brick and dark fabric with the easy authority of someone who has never once felt the need to ask for permission. The Union Jack cushion beside her only adds to the sense that this is quintessentially, unapologetically British glamour at its finest.
The white crop top is the first and only casualty, peeled away to reveal what it barely concealed in the first place, and Joey settles into the sofa with a deeply satisfied expression that perfectly earns the set its title. She reclines, poses, and practically purrs for the camera, barefoot and at ease in her blue jeans, every inch the woman who has nothing to prove and everything to show. Contented is the right word, but it barely scratches the surface of what Joey Fisher is when she is exactly where she wants to be.