The camera is locked off. No zoom, no pan, no cuts. The framing never changes. The woman in the black evening gown stands still and keeps her pose. A slow night breeze lifts the loose strands of her long black and blue hair and lets them fall again. The hem of the gown ripples in a slow shallow wave along the floor and comes back to rest. The city lights far below glimmer and fade in a soft slow twinkle, and every light holds its position in the frame. The woman blinks once, slowly, near the middle of the shot.