RACHELLE VAN WAARDHUIZEN . TATIANA PANAKAL

On the cliffs above Uluwatu, Jessee B follows Rachelle Van Waardhuizen across reef rock worn into black honeycomb, a bleached bamboo staff in one hand and a red string bikini doing the least it possibly can, moss in the shadows and the sky blown out to nothing above her.

Then the ground changes completely. In a studio stripped to white, Tatyana Kurdova hands her namesake Tatiana Panakal a python and a single red apple, and the oldest story ever told gets a very modern edit, scales across skin, teeth through fruit, not a flicker of guilt anywhere in the frame. Rough stone and smooth coils, and a woman at home with both. Over a hundred pages, and the apple is only the first bite.