Leila Baur . Lily Broustail

Volume 186 is a study in hard surfaces. In a midcentury Los Angeles apartment, Jessee B works Leila Baur under a bare flashbulb, the light popping off a red atomic fireplace and flattening the whole night into something you want to keep, denim open in one frame, white cotton the next, a vintage magazine going ignored on the rug. Then the volume changes temperature entirely. Matthew Costello takes Lily Broustail into a villa poured out of concrete somewhere in Southeast Asia, where the architecture does all the framing and daylight lies flat across bare walls, brown lace and white socks giving way to nothing at all in an Unfiltered story that stays as composed as the room around it. One shoot is a flashbulb and a laugh, the other is stone and warm skin and an unbroken hush.