When the video starts, you can see the artist in bright pink evening wear, a kind of haute couture nightgown with fluffy shoulder and sleeve trimmings, her hands and forearms in long-sleeved velvet gloves. The accompanying music sounds somnambulistic, overcast and fading away. Suki Waterhouse, 30, a native of London, one of those confusing combinations of model and influencer, actress, fashion entrepreneur and also singer, is standing in the spotlight, with an Art Deco chair to his left, on the right a small table with a vase of flowers that seems somehow remote. And sadly, the sight and sound of her moonlit, endlessly melancholy voice makes one think of director David Lynch’s world. An aesthetic association that has been almost as unoriginal as the stupidest soccer field measurements since about 1998.
“I Can’t Let Go” by Suki Waterhouse: Between Glamor and Catastrophe – Culture
