A suit built for a planet nobody named.

The suit is a prop: fibreglass, marine paint, a helmet bought at a film auction and resprayed. It has never been airtight and was never meant to be.

We shot it on a basalt field two hours out of the city, at the end of a day when the light goes flat and the ground stops reading as terrestrial. No fog, no gels, nothing added after.

One figure, one horizon, no reference for scale. The moment you can guess how tall the rock is, the picture stops working.