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Post-coital tristesse has many faces, but rarely does it look like a young boy lost in the forest. Elias seems to wear the same swimsuit he used for diving, but as he emerges from this bed, he’s drowning in thought. He doesn’t own up to this red light recalling love and urgency: it’s just a reflection. He’s waiting for something from above in this seesaw of a composition. This could have been a day-for-night shot, in both the inner and the outer world.