I dont think I could ever stop looking at Bobbi, just as long as she would film herself, just as long as she would send us moments of her life. Her silhouette, her collarbones, her eyes as she looks at her own eyes, her lips as she looks at her own smile. The flicker of her gaze, from lens to view-screen. Her dance of youth and beauty, of self-admiration, as she finds herself in film.