Her bare legs wrap around his denim-clad waist. He grasps her hips on the tailgate of an old pickup truck. But this is no spontaneous encounter.
Digital storefronts open into a kind of samsaric cyber-carnival where preference and fetish mingle among the faces and masks.
When a company presents itself as part of an individual’s private life, things get weird.
What many call their choice is actually a program that doesn’t belong to them.