The two holes punched into the large delivery box on her head feel like they’re pulling in your gaze. Looking further down, you see various pieces of cardboard, each marked with warning labels and taped carefully— covering her areolas, her crotch… or at least attempting to. From just the right angle, it’s clear they don’t fully conceal anything. Is she trying to hide something, or emphasize it? And yet, her completely composed demeanor somehow makes it all feel like a package wrapped with deliberate care.