In a 1970s financial investment office in New York City, a charismatic businessman with piercing blue eyes watches with great interest as a team of representatives from IBM demonstrate the capabilities of their new System/360 mainframe computer.

Create an establishing shot of a small Appalachian town in Ohio called Pine Hills in the style of a drone or helicopter shot over the town. Begin at the large steel mill on the outskirts of town before passing over an overgrown woodland area with the remains of an old amusement park destroyed by fire nestled in the woods. Continue towards the town by crossing over the railroad line, passing an old clapboard station that has been converted into a community kitchen close to a large red barn with a large open grassy field in front of it before entering the heart of the town, which features a small Main Street with classic brick commercial buildings, a traditional town hall building, and a cozy bed and breakfast before finishing with the residential areas of the town, along with the town’s school. Some of the buildings should show signs of recent tornado damage and repairs.

Create an establishing shot of a small Appalachian town in Ohio called Pine Hills in the style of a drone or helicopter shot over the town. Begin at the large steel mill on the outskirts of town before passing over an overgrown woodland area with the remains of an old amusement park destroyed by fire nestled in the woods. Continue towards the town by crossing over the railroad line, passing an old clapboard station that has been converted into a community kitchen close to a large red barn with a large open grassy field in front of it before entering the heart of the town, which features a small Main Street with classic brick commercial buildings, a traditional town hall building, and a cozy bed and breakfast before finishing with the residential areas of the town, along with the town’s school. Some of the buildings should show signs of recent tornado damage and repairs.

Elyssa, still wearing her sleepwear of a loose-fitting black t-shirt with the logo of her favorite pop singer’s latest album printed on the shirt along with a matching pair of short black lounge shorts with a smaller version of the same logo and her fuzzy maroon slippers, opens her luggage inside her upper-floor city hotel room to get out her outfit for the convention. She pulls out a fitted black dress, a set of black semi-sheer stockings and a pair of black Louboutin heels to wear. The heavy industry next to her hotel is visible outside of the room’s window, still belching smoke into the air.

Elyssa awakens in a nicely-appointed city hotel room. Her sleepwear consists of a loosely-fitting black t-shirt with the logo of her favorite pop singer’s latest album printed on the shirt along with a matching pair of short black lounge shorts with a smaller version of the same logo. She is there to attend a convention in the city. Her room is on an upper floor of the hotel. She opens the curtains to the room and, to her annoyance, her window directly faces the city’s industrial district, with rows of factories belching smoke and pollution into the air along with the diesel trucks and trains servicing the industries. She slips on a pair of fuzzy maroon slippers and has a seat at the table on the balcony and lights her morning cigarette, exhaling her own smoke into the air.

Elyssa awakens in a nicely-appointed city hotel room. She is there to attend a convention in the city. Her room is on an upper floor of the hotel. She opens the curtains to the room and, to her annoyance, her window directly faces the city’s industrial district, with rows of factories belching smoke and pollution into the air along with the diesel trucks and trains servicing the industries. She has a seat at the table on the balcony and lights her morning cigarette, exhaling her own smoke into the air

Inside Prism Studios, Elyssa photographs a delicate gold necklace that the jewelry store sent to her for their new collection\u2019s advertising campaign. She then enlists the help of Cindy to model a ruby ring from the same collection.

At an underground artistic gathering hosted by Marlene, Elyssa is introduced to a younger Cindy by Marlene.

Joan Weiss delivers a scathing one-liner, raises a revolver to the camera and fires, causing the suave-looking man in front of her to fall over dramatically. She then blows smoke from the barrel of the revolver before an off-screen voice calls out “Cut, that was great”, revealing that the whole event is a scene for a movie. The previously unseen director comes into view, praising Joan for her performance, noting that he could feel the venom dripping through her lines as Joan helps her male co-star up from the floor. The director then turns to the man, calling him Clark and saying that he is a natural who will be a star after this movie.

As they walk out of the jewelry store at the modern outdoor lifestyle center, Elyssa, wearing a blue and white striped boatneck sweater and a pair of indigo skinny jeans, grins as Cindy teases her that she is the only person she knows who can walk into a store and leave with the store wanting to pay her for a photography contract. Elyssa cheekily replies that, what can she say, her reputation precedes her. Selene innocently pipes up that she is just there for the free stuff, causing both Cindy and Elyssa to crack up laughing, telling Selene to never change.

Elyssa, wearing a blue and white striped boatneck sweater and a pair of indigo skinny jeans, heads into a jewelry store at the modern outdoor lifestyle center that she has been browsing around with Selene and Cindy. Elyssa is drawn to a silver necklace set that features interchangeable gemstone pendants with a dozen different semiprecious stones including tiger\u2019s eye, opal, rose quartz, lapis lazuli, turquoise, malachite, and onyx among others. Cindy encourages Elyssa to buy it, since the interchangeable stones mean that it could go with almost any outfit that Elyssa wants to wear.

While seated around the breakfast nook in Elyssa’s Soho loft with tea and cigarettes, Lorena remarks about how clingy Elyssa has been towards Selene since she woke up from her coma and tells Elyssa to spill. Lorena and Selene listen as Elyssa explains about the alternate reality that she was put in by The Curator while she was unconscious where Lorena was a criminal living on the streets and Selene was dead with only a makeshift mural to acknowledge that she even existed at all.

@transfilm.epinehills cries tears of joy as she returns home to her Soho loft above her photography studio Prism Studios after being discharged from the hospital. She is accompanied by @transfilm.lorena and @transfilm.selene who help to bring her home. Selene asks Elyssa how she is feeling and Elyssa replies that she has never felt better.

@transfilm.elyssa, wearing a blue and white striped boatneck sweater and a pair of indigo skinny jeans, walks around an outdoor lifestyle center with @transfilm.selene and @transfilm.cindy, browsing through the shops, feeling rejuvenated and generally enjoying life.

In her hospital room, @transfilm.epinehills starts going through the gift baskets that she received with @transfilm.selene helping to hand them to Elyssa. In addition to a veritable garden of flowers in the room, one basket is from Marlene and another is from Lexi offering her a free appointment at her salon. She saves the basket from the Pine Hills family for last.

@transfilm.epinehills sits up in her hospital bed still holding her cigarette and remarks to @transfilm.lorena that she wasn\u2019t kidding about the ventilation system. Elyssa takes another slow draw from her cigarette as Lorena tells her the funny story about how @transfilm.vivienne got her this room in the first place by threatening to expose a scandal involving the hospital manager. Elyssa laughs mid-exhale before wishing that she could have witnessed the incident. She then notices a gift basket that looks different from the others with its country design and Lorena says that it is from the family that she saved in Pine Hills.

@transfilm.epinehills, still in her hospital room bed and wearing a hospital gown, accepts a cigarette from the pack of Salems that @transfilm.lorena offers to her, letting Lorena light her up. Elyssa takes a slow, deep draw; her cheeks hollow faintly and the ember glows warmly.\nA tight pocket of smoke gathers behind her lips, translucent and suspended.\nIt rolls downward inside her mouth before she performs a sharp snap inhale, pulling the vapor inward at once.\nShe tilts her head up and exhales a voluminous cone-shaped plume into the air that expands dramatically into the air. @transfilm.selene flicks the switch to turn on the room\u2019s ventilation system and Elyssa watches as her cloud of exhaled smoke is absorbed by the powerful ventilation.

@transfilm.epinehills, still in her hospital room bed and wearing a hospital gown, accepts a cigarette from the pack of Salems that @transfilm.lorena offers to her, letting Lorena light her up. Elyssa takes a slow, deep draw; her cheeks hollow faintly and the ember glows warmly.\nA tight pocket of smoke gathers behind her lips, translucent and suspended.\nIt rolls downward inside her mouth before she performs a sharp snap inhale, pulling the vapor inward at once.\nShe tilts her head up and exhales a voluminous cone-shaped plume into the air that expands dramatically into the air. @transfilm.selene flicks the switch to turn on the room\u2019s ventilation system and Elyssa watches as her cloud of exhaled smoke is absorbed by the powerful ventilation.

@transfilm.epinehills , still in her hospital room bed and wearing a hospital gown, notices that she feels oddly fine physically after having a roof fall on her head and being in a coma for the last three weeks. She finishes telling this to @transfilm.selene just as @transfilm.lorena walks into the room with a mischievous look on her face, asking Elyssa if she wants to violate the hospital\u2019s smoking policy, producing a pack of Salem cigarettes and noting that she brought her favorite. Elyssa asks if she is sure, not wanting to be kicked out of the hospital, but Lorena laughs and tells her that the hospital staff gave up on chastising the group about one week into Elyssa\u2019s coma and just moved her to an isolated room with a powerful ventilation system

@transfilm.epinehills wakes up from a coma in a hospital room wearing a hospital gown. She is surrounded by @transfilm.selene and @transfilm.vivienne, who are all greatly relieved to see Elyssa regain consciousness after being concerned over the past three weeks that they were going to lose her. Elyssa embraces Selene, grateful to see her after her experiences in the alternate reality. Vivienne asks Elyssa if she is alright, and Elyssa expresses that, somehow, The Curator saved her and also made her realize what was truly important after showing her how the tapestry of her life unraveled by removing a few threads.

@transfilm.epinehills wakes up from a coma in a hospital room wearing a hospital gown. She is surrounded by @transfilm.selene, @transfilm.lorena, @transfilm.vivienne, @transfilm.cindy, and @transfilm.harper, who are all greatly relieved to see Elyssa regain consciousness after being concerned over the past three weeks that they were going to lose her. Elyssa embraces Selene, grateful to see her after her experiences in the alternate reality. Lorena asks Elyssa if she is alright, and Elyssa expresses that, somehow, The Curator saved her and also made her realize what was truly important after showing her how the tapestry of her life unraveled by removing a few threads.”,

transfilm.epinehills wakes up from a coma in a hospital room wearing a hospital gown. She is surrounded by @transfilm.selene, @transfilm.lorena, @transfilm.vivienne, @transfilm.cindy, and @transfilm.harper, who are all greatly relieved to see Elyssa regain consciousness after being concerned over the past three weeks that they were going to lose her. Elyssa embraces Selene, grateful to see her after her experiences in the alternate reality. Lorena asks Elyssa if she is alright, and Elyssa expresses that, somehow, The Curator saved her and also made her realize what was truly important after showing her how the tapestry of her life unraveled by removing a few threads.

Cinematic indoor gala setting. High ceilings, warm golden lighting, modern art showcase ambiance. Velvet curtain centered in frame. Camera is locked in a medium-wide shot.\n\nThe curtain parts slowly from the center. @transfilm.ephfestive in a deep emerald asymmetrical silk gown steps through with poised confidence. The gown features a plunging neckline, open back, high slit, and sheer lace-top stocking visible on one thigh. She holds a slim black cigarette holder aloft in one hand.\n\nCamera slowly pushes in as she takes a slow, controlled draw from the cigarette. The ember glows softly. She turns her gaze directly toward the camera and exhales a smooth, cone-shaped plume of smoke that rolls forward in soft focus.\n\nThe smoke briefly veils her face, then clears.\n\nShe lowers the holder slightly, gives a subtle smirk, tilts her head, and says softly:\n\n\u201cDid you miss me?\u201d\n\nShe winks.\n\nFade to black.\n\nLighting is cinematic, warm, dramatic but elegant. Motion is slow and deliberate. The mood is rebirth, confidence, artistic comeback.

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. Elyssa, still wearing her retail manager\u2019s uniform and practical bun. Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles, and the rain pours down, creating a somber mood. Elyssa stands on the sidewalk next to the partially intact concrete wall bearing the makeshift memorial mural of @transfilm.selene next to @transfilm.curator. Elyssa realizes that the risks that she took were a major part of what defined her as a person and that this \u201csafe\u201d universe would be living a lie. The Curator responds with \u201care you asking me something, Elyssa?\u201d Elyssa says that she wants to return to the way things were. The Curator asks if she is sure, noting that, in that reality, she was dying from her injuries.

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. Elyssa, still wearing her retail manager\u2019s uniform and practical bun. Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles, and the rain pours down, creating a somber mood. Elyssa stands on the sidewalk next to the partially intact concrete wall bearing the makeshift memorial mural of @transfilm.selene next to @transfilm.curator. Elyssa realizes that the risks that she took were a major part of what defined her as a person and that this \u201csafe\u201d universe would be living a lie. The Curator responds with \u201care you asking me something, Elyssa?\u201d Elyssa says that she wants to return to the way things were. The Curator asks if she is sure, noting that, in that reality, she was dying from her injuries.

The morning after the Pine Hills Revival Festival, @transfilm.ephfestive sits femininely at a nicely-set table on the cozy covered porch of a bed & breakfast inn within the rebuilt commercial district of Pine Hills. She has already dressed for the day, and is wearing a soft purple peplum top with a softly-plunging neckline, paired with a set of fitted light wash denim jeans with flared hems, completing the outfit with a pair of khaki-colored pumps with 3-inch heels. She accessorizes the outfit with a pair of delicate medium-sized gold hoop earrings, a set of delicate golden bangle bracelets, a feminine watch, and a layered pearl necklace. Elyssa makeup consists of eyeshadow with a gradient of bronze and smoke that melts upward into soft dusk gray, catching light like old film stock, the charcoal pigment smokes upward and outward, haloed in a soft bronze haze that blurs at the edges like bokeh, paired with a soft black kohl eyeliner smudged outward and black volumizing mascara. The eye look is paired with a tawny neutral blush lending sculptural depth under her cheekbones and a lined matte mauve lipstick. She has painted her manicured nails with a satin-finish warm red nail polish. A mug of tea, a plate of half-eaten biscuits, and a partially-filled plastic ashtray sit in front of Elyssa on the table. Her phone sits propped up against a napkin holder on the table, its screen active as Elyssa recounts the events of the festival to the rest of the Fearsome Five on a conference call, the blue LED on her Bluetooth earpiece blinking to show an active connection. Her right hand holds a cigarette with an elegant posture as she rests the elbow of her right arm on the table as she holds the cigarette upright. Elyssa tilts her head upwards and exhales a voluminous cone shaped plume of smoke into the morning air. In the gravel parking lot of the bed & breakfast, Elyssa\u2019s battered 2001 Ford F-250 Super Duty sits facing away from the bed & breakfast, the streaked black soot stains on the rear of the truck near the exhaust pipe testifying to the weeks of hard work that Elyssa subjected the truck to while rebuilding Pine Hills. Elyssa watches as her plume of smoke floats away in the morning breeze.

In the main room of Prism Studios, @transfilm.elyssa goes through another box of clothing samples that she was sent to photograph for a boutique\u2019s upcoming Spring line. Elyssa is annoyed to discover that she was sent a line of wide-leg jeans, a trend that she has grown sick of trying to make the unflattering silhouette look flattering on her models.

While searching a tornado-damaged home for survivors, @transfilm.epinehills is badly injured by the collapsing roof of the house, being knocked unconscious in the process and being carried out on a stretcher by paramedics.

@transfilm.ephfestive undercover in a casino heist

@transfilm.elyssa sarcastically interacts with the paparazzi in Paris while smoking a cigarette. As a professional photographer, she critiques their camera techniques while posing.

@transfilm.joan as a 1920s silent film star

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. Elyssa, still wearing her retail manager\u2019s uniform and practical bun, is slowly becoming horrified by the alternate reality. Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles, and the rain pours down, creating a somber mood. Elyssa sits numb on the sidewalk next to the partially intact concrete wall bearing the makeshift memorial mural of @transfilm.selene as @transfilm.curator explains the differences in this reality. In this timeline, Elyssa was born a woman instead of transitioning into one and never experienced the struggles that made her into the person she became. She never offered kindness to Selene on the street that night, turned a seemingly worthless deed into a home and place of art and community, and never became the glue that bound her circle of friends together. Instead, she learned to play it safe.

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. Elyssa, still wearing her retail manager\u2019s uniform and practical bun, is slowly becoming horrified by the alternate reality. Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles, and the rain pours down, creating a somber mood. Deeply alarmed, Elyssa begins to explore the rubble and collapsed building that should have been Prism Studios, but instead never shed its past as a former garment factory in Soho. Elyssa\u2019s greatest heartbreak, though, comes not from the building itself but what she sees painted on a half-standing concrete wall. At a distance, she can tell that it is a makeshift memorial mural, seeing that it is a woman\u2019s face with the distinctive blue, white, and pink transgender flag next to the epithet. As she gets close enough to see it in detail, she completely collapses into tears as she realizes that the mural\u2019s face is @transfilm.selene. Completely overwhelmed by grief, she doesn\u2019t notice the blue flash of @transfilm.curator materializing from a portal. Elyssa only notices their presence when The Curator says that Elyssa wasn\u2019t there for Selene. Elyssa is relieved to see The Curator and begs them to tell her what is going on, because nothing is right.

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. Elyssa, still wearing her retail manager\u2019s uniform and practical bun, is slowly becoming horrified by the alternate reality. Deeply alarmed, Elyssa leaves her modest apartment and heads to a Soho address she knows by heart where Prism Studios should be. On the drive over, Elyssa starts to slowly put the pieces together, starting with working in retail as management and witnessing Lorena being hauled away for shoplifting as a disheveled mess, continuing with Cindy working as a barista, being married to Hank and somehow having two children with him, and now Fredrick being nice and also married to Vivienne. Arriving at the address, Elyssa is horrified to see a heap of rubble where the building should have been.

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. Elyssa, still wearing her retail manager\u2019s uniform and practical bun, is still trying to figure out the alternate reality goes to answer the knock at the door of her apartment. To her astonishment, it is her brother @transfilm.fredrick3 alongside @transfilm.vivienne, both clearly married and in love. To her further surprise, Fredrick is devoid of his usual venomous personality and is completely nice to Elyssa, calling her his baby sister, while Vivienne invites her and her family to come with them on a trip to the Hamptons. Elyssa politely tells them that she is looking forward to it and as Fredrick and Vivienne leave, Elyssa walks away more confused than ever, beginning to realize that something is very wrong, since Fredrick has never been nice to her for her entire life.

@transfilm.fredrick3 has a tense encounter with his sister @transfilm.elyssa on the street outside of a posh downtown NYC clothing boutique. Fredrick calls Elyssa the family freak as a leading statement before mocking her \u201cpathetic little photography studio\u201d. Elyssa icily responds that she is creating something that he will never understand, a true family built on love instead of money, and a legacy that will endure long after she is gone.

A wealthy third-generation NYC real-estate tycoon in his mid-30s, Fredrick West III commands the boardroom of his company with an icy arrogance. He has piercing blue eyes, a slick blonde hairstyle, and a clean-shaven hawkish face. His voice drips with equal measures of condescension and venom, making it clear that he views his employees as beneath him. His crisp black Armani suit is perfectly tailored and accessorized with diamond cufflinks and a striking red tie.

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. Elyssa, still wearing her retail manager\u2019s uniform and practical bun, is still trying to figure out the alternate reality in her mind while she sits and eats dinner at home with @transfilm.hank and her son and daughter, enjoying the spaghetti they cooked up earlier while she was at work at the department store. When Hank mentions that things should be picking up soon, Elyssa asks if that means that Hank is working on another album. Hank is baffled by her question, mentioning that he hasn\u2019t sang country music since high school and that he was talking about business at the used car lot where he works. Before she can probe further, a knock at the door breaks the conversation.

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. In this reality, she is a manager for the women\u2019s clothing department in a large department store, her usual style replaced with an employee uniform and her hair tied back into a practical bun. Later on in the day, Elyssa heads home, still mulling over the strange encounters with Lorena and Cindy. She opens the door to her modest apartment and her initial warm call of \u201cHoney, I\u2019m home\u201d shifts halfway to a flat tone on the word \u201chome\u201d as her confusion returns when, instead of Harper, @transfilm.hank and two children that call her mom come out to greet her. Her son asks her if everything is okay and Elyssa quickly buries her confusion, saying that she just had a rough day at work, asking her son if he had a good day. Her daughter then excitedly pipes up that daddy is making spaghetti and Elyssa suggests that they should all head for the kitchen, giving Hank a kiss in the process

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. In this reality, she is a manager for the women\u2019s clothing department in a large department store, her usual style replaced with an employee uniform and her hair tied back into a practical bun. Elyssa is still rattled from the bizarre encounter with Lorena and tells her associate to cover for her while she goes outside to clear her head. She perches herself on a curb outside the store and shakes a cigarette free from her pack of Salem 100s and places it in her lips, lighting up the menthol cigarette with a pink Bic lighter. She takes her first deep draw from the cigarette, her lips purse tightly around the filter as the draw deepens. She removes the cigarette from her lips with a soft pop and smoothly inhales the smoke into her lungs. She holds the smoke in her lungs for a few moments before she exhales a dense plume of smoke into the night air, the smoke, illuminated by the streetlights outside of the store, carrying away some of her stress in the process. While she attempts to understand why she thought she recognized Lorena, her feelings about the world feeling off are reinforced as she watches the barista at the chain coffee shop across the street leaving work for the day. The barista is @transfilm.cindy and once again, Elyssa feels like she recognizes the woman, but can\u2019t remember from where. Elyssa takes another deep draw from her cigarette in an attempt to clear her mind, letting the smoke slowly pour from her lips

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. In this reality, she is a manager for the women\u2019s clothing department in a large department store, her usual style replaced with an employee uniform and her hair tied back into a practical bun. Elyssa is still rattled from the bizarre encounter with Lorena and tells her associate to cover for her while she goes outside to clear her head. She perches herself on a curb outside the store and shakes a cigarette free from her pack of Salem 100s and places it in her lips, lighting up the menthol cigarette with a pink Bic lighter. She takes her first deep draw from the cigarette, her lips purse tightly around the filter as the draw deepens. She removes the cigarette from her lips with a soft pop and smoothly inhales the smoke into her lungs. She holds the smoke in her lungs for a few moments before she exhales a dense plume of smoke into the night air, the smoke, illuminated by the streetlights outside of the store, carrying away some of her stress in the process. While she attempts to understand why she thought she recognized Lorena, her feelings about the world feeling off are reinforced as she watches the barista at the chain coffee shop across the street leaving work for the day. The barista is @transfilm.cindy and once again, Elyssa feels like she recognizes the woman, but can\u2019t remember from where. Elyssa takes another deep draw from her cigarette in an attempt to clear her mind, letting the smoke slowly pour from her lips.

@transfilm.elyssa finds herself in an alternate reality where she never established Prism Studios. In this reality, she is a manager for the women\u2019s clothing department in a large department store, her usual style replaced with an employee uniform and her hair tied back into a practical bun. A commotion from across the store draws her attention, and Elyssa watches as @transfilm.lorena, her appearance hardened by a life on the streets, is dragged away by the store\u2019s security for shoplifting. Something about the situation feels off to Elyssa, and she feels like she knows Lorena from somewhere, but can\u2019t quite place a finger on it.

At a countryside bar, @transfilm.epinehills sits at the bar with @transfilm.lorena , the two friends sharing beer and cigarettes. Elsewhere, a very bubbly and drunk @transfilm.selene interacts with the other bar patrons. Elyssa takes a measured draw on her cigarette and smoothly inhales the smoke into her lungs. She holds the smoke in her lungs for a beat before tilting her head upwards and exhaling a tight cone-shaped plume of smoke into the air of the bar. She then turns to Lorena and jokingly tells her that she is evil for getting Selene drunk. Lorena smirks as Selene\u2019s giggles float through the air of the bar, stating that there are fewer greater pleasures in life than a drunken Selene.

An underground boutique tucked into the shadowed lower level of a SoHo side street, between a record shop and a closed-down caf\u00e9. Officially, it sold limited-run designer consignment pieces; unofficially, it was part atelier, part performance space for the city\u2019s emerging fashion vanguard \u2014 the sort of place where you could find a couture corset hanging beside a thrifted leather jacket and nobody blinked.\nThe boutique\u2019s charm was its defiance of corporate polish: uneven floorboards, flickering Edison bulbs, and a faint haze of sandalwood smoke that mingled with the perfume testers near the register. Marlene, the owner, was an ex-stylist who\u2019d once dressed minor rock stars and insisted that \u201crules kill creativity.\u201d The shop operated in a grey zone between legality and art. @transfilm.elyssacoll wears a crisp white fitted ribbed long-sleeve top with a square neckline tucked into a black pencil skirt falling just below the knees with a subtle side slit. Sheer black stockings, black leather pumps with 3-inch stiletto heels. A thin silver waterfall necklace, small silver hoop earrings, and her employee badge clipped neatly to her blouse. Hair in an elegant bun with soft loose tendrils. The small brushed-steel portable ashtray compact hangs from her belt loop, glinting in the golden light. It is around 7PM, and the shop has closed for the day. Elyssa exhales a dense plume of smoke from her cigarette into the air with a sigh as she closes up the shop. @transfilm.marlene emerges from the back room holding a designer ensemble and praises Elyssa for how well she has done at the shop over the past few weeks, asking if she is ready to see the other side of Maison Valencia. The cloud of smoke that Elyssa exhaled continues to lazily float in swirling eddies in the background, illuminated by the overhead lights. Elyssa agrees with enthusiasm and Marlene hands her the ensemble and tells her to get out of her uniform and put it on. Elyssa smiles and carries the outfit into the changing room, closing the curtain behind her. A short time later, Elyssa emerges from the changing room wearing the designer outfit, heels clicking against the wooden floor. Marlene compliments Elyssa, telling her that the look suits her.

@transfilm.elyssacoll celebrates her first big photography contract by treating herself to her first-ever pair of Louboutin 130mm Hot Chicks at a high-end NYC department store. She tries a few colors before deciding on a classic patent black pair with the signature red soles of Louboutin heels.

@transfilm.elyssa strolls along the beach at Coney Island. Elyssa wears a leopard print one-piece high cut swimsuit with a v neckline crisscrossed by black lacing underneath a sheer white coverup, her vintage film SLR camera slung around her neck. The sounds of the sea are mixed with the sounds of the amusement area, including the iconic Cyclone roller coaster, adding a honky-tonk atmosphere to the seashore as the squawking of seagulls mixes with the screams of riders on the amusement rides. Along an underutilized stretch of beach, Elyssa makes a rare find as she spots a fulgurite sticking out of the sand. She photographs the petrified lightning before carefully collecting the fulgurite to take home.

@transfilm.elyssacoll is in the former tycoon\u2019s office of the abandoned former SoHo garment factory that will eventually become her photography studio Prism Studios and her home. The room is lavishly decorated with gilded inlays on the wooden walls and an opulent mahogany desk in the center of the room. She sits herself down on the executive chair as she claims the space as her own, the artist replacing the industrialist. She takes a deep draw on her cigarette and smoothly inhales the smoke into her lungs. She then exhales a long plume of silvery smoke into the air that expands dramatically into the air as it is illuminated by the sunlight from the window. As the smoke from her exhale drifts through the air of the room, Elyssa feels a familiar sensation as the air of the room shimmers slightly. She turns in time to see @transfilm.curator entering the room through a portal, mockingly clapping slowly as they emerge from the portal, offering a sarcastic congratulation to Elyssa before taking a seat in one of the chairs on the other side of the executive desk from Elyssa. Elyssa smirks before mockingly accusing The Curator as being the one who protected the building and being the source of the rumors on the streets about it being cursed. The Curator gives an unusually cryptic response that neither confirms or denies their involvement. Elyssa is puzzled by this response, as she has never known them to be so secretive before. The Curator responds that Elyssa will know the truth when the time is right.

@transfilm.elyssacoll is in the former tycoon\u2019s office of the abandoned former SoHo garment factory that will eventually become her photography studio Prism Studios and her home. The room is lavishly decorated with gilded inlays on the wooden walls and an opulent mahogany desk in the center of the room. She sits herself down on the executive chair as she claims the space as her own, the artist replacing the industrialist. She takes a deep draw on her cigarette and smoothly inhales the smoke into her lungs. She then exhales a long plume of silvery smoke into the air that expands dramatically into the air as it is illuminated by the sunlight from the window. As the smoke from her exhale drifts through the air of the room, Elyssa feels a familiar sensation as the air of the room shimmers slightly. She turns in time to see @transfilm.curator entering the room through a portal, mockingly clapping slowly as they emerge from the portal, offering a sarcastic congratulation to Elyssa before taking a seat in one of the chairs on the other side of the executive desk from Elyssa. Elyssa smirks before mockingly accusing The Curator as being the one who protected the building and being the source of the rumors on the streets about it being cursed. The Curator gives an unusually cryptic response that neither confirms or denies their involvement. Elyssa is puzzled by this response, as she has never known them to be so secretive before. The Curator responds that Elyssa will know the truth when the time is right.

@transfilm.elyssacoll is in the former tycoon\u2019s office of the abandoned former SoHo garment factory that will eventually become her photography studio Prism Studios and her home. The room is lavishly decorated with gilded inlays on the wooden walls and an opulent mahogany desk in the center of the room. She sits herself down on the executive chair as she claims the space as her own, the artist replacing the industrialist. She takes a deep draw on her cigarette and smoothly inhales the smoke into her lungs. She then exhales a long plume of silvery smoke into the air that expands dramatically into the air as it is illuminated by the sunlight from the window. As the smoke from her exhale drifts through the air of the room, Elyssa feels a familiar sensation as the air of the room shimmers slightly. She turns in time to see @transfilm.curator entering the room through a portal, mockingly clapping slowly as they emerge from the portal, offering a sarcastic congratulation to Elyssa before taking a seat in one of the chairs on the other side of the executive desk from Elyssa. Elyssa smirks before mockingly accusing The Curator as being the one who protected the building and being the source of the rumors on the streets about it being cursed. The Curator gives an unusually cryptic response that neither confirms or denies their involvement. Elyssa is puzzled by this response, as she has never known them to be so secretive before. The Curator responds that Elyssa will know the truth when the time is right.

@transfilm.elyssa sits femininely holding a cigarette at an outside table at a NYC downtown diner with her mother @transfilm.marie. Elyssa brings the cigarette to her lips and begins a deep, steady draw.\nAs the draw intensifies, her fingers slowly open into a soft V-shape around the filter.\nNear the end of the draw her fingers collapse together again, and she withdraws the cigarette for a slow inhale. \nA tight pocket of smoke gathers behind her lips, suspended and translucent.\nIt rolls downward inside her mouth and she snaps it inward with a sharp inhale.\nShe exhales a voluminous cone-shaped plume that drifts upward into the light. As Elyssa\u2019s exhaled smoke drifts slowly away from the table, Marie states that she always expected Elyssa would become a smoker growing up and that, while she isn\u2019t a huge fan of it, there are certainly much worse habits that Elyssa could have picked up. Marie then lightens the mood by teasingly saying that she\u2019s done enough mothering and tells Elyssa to share her cigarette with her

@transfilm.elyssa sits femininely holding a cigarette at an outside table at a NYC downtown diner with her mother @transfilm.marie. Elyssa brings the cigarette to her lips and begins a deep, steady draw.\nAs the draw intensifies, her fingers slowly open into a soft V-shape around the filter.\nNear the end of the draw her fingers collapse together again, and she withdraws the cigarette for a slow inhale. \nA tight pocket of smoke gathers behind her lips, suspended and translucent.\nIt rolls downward inside her mouth and she snaps it inward with a sharp inhale.\nShe exhales a voluminous cone-shaped plume that drifts upward into the light. As Elyssa\u2019s exhaled smoke drifts slowly away from the table, Marie states that she always expected Elyssa would become a smoker growing up and that, while she isn\u2019t a huge fan of it, there are certainly much worse habits that Elyssa could have picked up. Marie then lightens the mood by teasingly saying that she\u2019s done enough mothering and tells Elyssa to share her cigarette with her.

On the top floor of the Soho former garment factory, @transfilm.elyssacoll begins going through the old office spaces to see what to keep and what to sell or scrap. The 20 office desks are divided into five departments with four desks each separated by partition walls with glass panels on their upper halves. As the offices were last renovated in the 1950s, each desk has a typewriter and filing cabinet, with small traces of decoration and personal effects. 10 years later, @transfilm.elyssa relaxes on a leather couch with a cigarette in the same space. The old office space has become her well-decorated living room, the outer perimeter of the old office partitions now frame the space as framed photographs and a painting of Elyssa in a flowering meadow wearing a blue short sleeved wrap dress with a floral pattern and a v-neckline formed by a series of ladder cutouts while cradling and sniffing one of the flowers, the painting bearing the artist\u2019s signature of Marie West in elegant gold lettering in the lower left corner, line the painted walls and elegant lighting fixtures replace the old office lighting. The nicest typewriter sits on a restored vintage desk in the corner of the room flanked by vintage film cameras and a framed publicity photo of @transfilm.joan from the 1940s wearing an elegant black evening gown and elegantly posed holding a cigarette holder and exhaling an elegant plume of smoke.

On the top floor of the Soho former garment factory, @transfilm.elyssacoll begins going through the old office spaces to see what to keep and what to sell or scrap. The 20 office desks are divided into five departments with four desks each separated by partition walls with glass panels on their upper halves. As the offices were last renovated in the 1950s, each desk has a typewriter and filing cabinet, with small traces of decoration and personal effects. 10 years later, @transfilm.elyssa relaxes on a leather couch with a cigarette in the same space. The old office space has become her well-decorated living room, the outer perimeter of the old office partitions now frame the space as framed photographs and a painting of Elyssa in a flowering meadow wearing a blue short sleeved wrap dress with a floral pattern and a v-neckline formed by a series of ladder cutouts while cradling and sniffing one of the flowers line the painted walls and elegant lighting fixtures replace the old office lighting. The nicest typewriter sits on a restored vintage desk in the corner of the room flanked by vintage film cameras and a framed publicity photo of @transfilm.joan from the 1940s wearing an elegant black evening gown and elegantly posed holding a cigarette holder and exhaling an elegant plume of smoke.

On the top floor of the Soho former garment factory, @transfilm.elyssacoll begins going through the old office spaces to see what to keep and what to sell or scrap. The 20 office desks are divided into five departments with four desks each separated by partition walls with glass panels on their upper halves. As the offices were last renovated in the 1950s, each desk has a typewriter and filing cabinet, with small traces of decoration and personal effects. Power has been restored to the building.

@transfilm.elyssacoll \nUnderground SoHo boutique interior\u2014matte black walls, aged herringbone wood floors, racks of curated designer pieces in warm neutrals and jewel tones, a single gilt mirror, vintage record player, and amber Edison-bulb strings. Rain-damp reflections shimmer on the shop\u2019s front window; muted jazz ambience implied through visual rhythm.\n\n\nCollege-age Elyssa West wears a crisp white fitted ribbed long-sleeve top with a square neckline tucked into a black pencil skirt falling just below the knees with a subtle side slit. Sheer black stockings, black leather pumps with 3-inch stiletto heels. A thin silver waterfall necklace, small silver hoop earrings, and her employee badge clipped neatly to her blouse.\nHair in an elegant bun with soft loose tendrils. Makeup: smoky gray eyeshadow, tight-lined black eyeliner, contoured blush, satin-finish mauve lipstick.\n\n\nThe small brushed-steel portable ashtray compact hangs from her belt loop, glinting in the golden light. Her vintage film camera rests on the nearby counter beside folded silk scarves.\n\n\nElyssa refolds a silk blouse with deliberate precision, pausing mid-gesture as she exhales a voluminous, cone-shaped plume of smoke upward. The smoke catches the amber light, diffusing into soft ribbons that halo the bulbs and dissolve toward the dark ceiling. Her expression is serene, focused\u2014the composure of a young artist transforming rebellion into elegance. As the smoke from her first exhale settles into the air of the shop, Elyssa elegantly raises her cigarette to her lips and takes a deep draw from her cigarette.\nFrom behind the counter, @transfilm.marlene smokes languidly from her own cigarette. She comments on how different Elyssa is from the \u201cusual morons\u201d who come to work in her shop, noting that most of them looked at her \u201clike she had six heads\u201d when she mentioned the open smoking policy. She takes a deep draw from her cigarette and inhales the smoke into her lungs before continuing, punctuating her syllables with puffs of smoke, stating that Elyssa not only took to the policy like a natural, but also \u201csmokes like a goddamn movie star\u201d as Elyssa exhales another elegant plume of smoke into the air of the shop.

@transfilm.elyssacoll \nUnderground SoHo boutique interior\u2014matte black walls, aged herringbone wood floors, racks of curated designer pieces in warm neutrals and jewel tones, a single gilt mirror, vintage record player, and amber Edison-bulb strings. Rain-damp reflections shimmer on the shop\u2019s front window; muted jazz ambience implied through visual rhythm.\n\n\nCollege-age Elyssa West wears a crisp white fitted ribbed long-sleeve top with a square neckline tucked into a black pencil skirt falling just below the knees with a subtle side slit. Sheer black stockings, black leather pumps with 3-inch stiletto heels. A thin silver waterfall necklace, small silver hoop earrings, and her employee badge clipped neatly to her blouse.\nHair in an elegant bun with soft loose tendrils. Makeup: smoky gray eyeshadow, tight-lined black eyeliner, contoured blush, satin-finish mauve lipstick.\n\n\nThe small brushed-steel portable ashtray compact hangs from her belt loop, glinting in the golden light. Her vintage film camera rests on the nearby counter beside folded silk scarves.\n\n\nElyssa refolds a silk blouse with deliberate precision, pausing mid-gesture as she exhales a voluminous, cone-shaped plume of smoke upward. The smoke catches the amber light, diffusing into soft ribbons that halo the bulbs and dissolve toward the dark ceiling. Her expression is serene, focused\u2014the composure of a young artist transforming rebellion into elegance. As the smoke from her first exhale settles into the air of the shop, Elyssa elegantly raises her cigarette to her lips and takes a deep draw from her cigarette.\nFrom behind the counter, @transfilm.marlene smokes languidly from her own cigarette. She comments on how different Elyssa is from the \u201cusual morons\u201d who come to work in her shop, noting that most of them looked at her \u201clike she had six heads\u201d when she mentioned the open smoking policy. She takes a deep draw from her cigarette and inhales the smoke into her lungs before continuing, punctuating her syllables with puffs of smoke, stating that Elyssa not only took to the policy like a natural, but also \u201csmokes like a goddamn movie star\u201d as Elyssa exhales another elegant plume of smoke into the air of the shop.

An underground boutique tucked into the shadowed lower level of a SoHo side street, between a record shop and a closed-down caf\u00e9. Officially, it sold limited-run designer consignment pieces; unofficially, it was part atelier, part performance space for the city\u2019s emerging fashion vanguard \u2014 the sort of place where you could find a couture corset hanging beside a thrifted leather jacket and nobody blinked.\nThe boutique\u2019s charm was its defiance of corporate polish: uneven floorboards, flickering Edison bulbs, and a faint haze of sandalwood smoke that mingled with the perfume testers near the register. Marlene, the owner, was an ex-stylist who\u2019d once dressed minor rock stars and insisted that \u201crules kill creativity.\u201d The shop operated in a grey zone between legality and art. Marlene emerged from the back room with a cigarette already lit, her peroxide-blonde hair up in a careless bun that looked expensive only because it didn\u2019t try to be. Marlene looked up, eyes gleaming behind her oversized tortoiseshell glasses. She languidly exhaled a plume of smoke into the air before speaking in a thick Brooklyn accent,\u201cBesides, sweetheart, sales spike twenty percent when you\u2019re on shift. Whatever you\u2019re doing \u2014 the smoke, the posture, that camera of yours always hanging around \u2014 don\u2019t stop. You\u2019re the atmosphere.\u201d

An underground boutique tucked into the shadowed lower level of a SoHo side street, between a record shop and a closed-down caf\u00e9. Officially, it sold limited-run designer consignment pieces; unofficially, it was part atelier, part performance space for the city\u2019s emerging fashion vanguard \u2014 the sort of place where you could find a couture corset hanging beside a thrifted leather jacket and nobody blinked.\nThe boutique\u2019s charm was its defiance of corporate polish: uneven floorboards, flickering Edison bulbs, and a faint haze of sandalwood smoke that mingled with the perfume testers near the register. Marlene, the owner, was an ex-stylist who\u2019d once dressed minor rock stars and insisted that \u201crules kill creativity.\u201d The shop operated in a grey zone between legality and art. Marlene emerged from the back room with a cigarette already lit, her hair up in a careless bun that looked expensive only because it didn\u2019t try to be. Marlene looked up, eyes gleaming behind her oversized tortoiseshell glasses. She languidly exhaled a plume of smoke into the air before speaking in a thick Brooklyn accent,\u201cBesides, sweetheart, sales spike twenty percent when you\u2019re on shift. Whatever you\u2019re doing \u2014 the smoke, the posture, that camera of yours always hanging around \u2014 don\u2019t stop. You\u2019re the atmosphere.\u201d

@transfilm.epinehills coordinates with amusement industry experts as they work to restore the Skylark wooden roller coaster at Pine Hills Amusement Park. The coaster\u2019s iconic double-dip has been rebuilt and the workers are focusing on the extensive repairs needed for the section of the ride heavily damaged by fire over seventy years ago, the burnt-out husk of the Pretzel dark ride is visible behind the coaster. Elsewhere in the park, overgrown vegetation is cleared and the vintage rides are restored and repainted as needed, including the park\u2019s Tumble Bug ride and the old carousel and Ferris wheel, @transfilm.cindy assists the workers with adding modernized computer controls to the old rides, while @transfilm.lorena paints a new mural for the Tumble Bug. Parts for new rides can be seen in an open field reclaimed from a former industrial site, while in the distance, the Marsh & Company Works steel mill looms over the horizon, steam and smoke rising from the chimneys at the active steel mill.

@transfilm.epinehills, with her hair loose and styled into soft waves, and wearing a short sleeved red deep V-neck Henley with decorative buttons (the top 3 buttons are fixed and non-functional), creating a plunging neckline that frames and flatters the bust. The functional opening begins lower on the placket, giving the shirt a hybrid V-neck/Henley silhouette. She pairs this top with a pair of high waisted cutoff denim shorts and dark brown suede knee-high boots with 3-inch block heels. Elyssa leaves the convenience store of a small countryside gas station and climbs back into her red diesel pickup truck. Thunder rumbles and heavy rain continues to fall. Elyssa\u2019s truck speeds away from the gas station in a cloud of black diesel smoke. The gas station attendant turns to his assistant and remarks to her that \u201cthat woman is on a mission\u201d, to which the assistant agrees, having noticed the fire in Elyssa\u2019s eyes. The scene then cuts to Elyssa in the cab of the truck. She takes a deep draw on her cigarette as she drives, removing the cigarette from her lips and smoothly inhaling the smoke into her lungs. She then exhales a plume of smoke into the cabin of the truck, creating a haze of smoke inside the cabin.

@transfilm.epinehills , with her hair loose and styled into soft waves, and wearing a short sleeved red deep V-neck Henley with decorative buttons (the top 3 buttons are fixed and non-functional), creating a plunging neckline that frames and flatters the bust. The functional opening begins lower on the placket, giving the shirt a hybrid V-neck/Henley silhouette. She pairs this top with a pair of high waisted cutoff denim shorts and dark brown suede knee-high boots with 3-inch block heels. Elyssa leaves the convenience store of a small countryside gas station and climbs back into her red diesel pickup truck. Thunder rumbles and heavy rain continues to fall. Elyssa\u2019s truck speeds away from the gas station in a cloud of black diesel smoke. The gas station attendant turns to his assistant and remarks to her that \u201cthat woman is on a mission\u201d, to which the assistant agrees, having noticed the fire in Elyssa\u2019s eyes. The scene then cuts to Elyssa in the cab of the truck. She takes a deep draw on her cigarette as she drives, removing the cigarette from her lips and smoothly inhaling the smoke into her lungs. She then exhales a plume of smoke into the cabin of the truck, creating a haze of smoke inside the cabin.

While standing outside of the loading dock of the former garment factory that will eventually become Prism Studios, @transfilm.elyssacoll pays the professional boiler technician for the repair work on the old boilers. Elyssa glances at the thick black smoke that continues to pour from the chimney and asks him what she can do to remedy her pollution problem, noting that, if for nothing else, she will need the boilers for heating in the winter. He gives her a few options of varying costs for dealing with the problem, including paying the EPA fines, retrofitting the boilers for natural gas, or a scrubber system, all of which are quite expensive, closing the conversation by noting that pollution control is not his area of expertise.”, “url

In the utility area of the underground loading dock in the former garment factory that will become Prism Studios, @transfilm.elyssacoll and a professional boiler technician have just lit the furnaces of the old boilers and watch as the steam pressure rises. They head outside, where Elyssa notices the thick black smoke pouring from the chimney, noting that they will have to do something about it. Mechanical sounds from one of the upper floors of the building draws them back inside. Upon reaching the floor, they are surprised to see some of the old steam-powered looms of the garment factory trying to move. Out of curiosity, Elyssa throws a switch on one of the machines still loaded with thread and it begins to sluggishly operate.

In the utility area of the underground loading dock in the former garment factory that will become Prism Studios, @transfilm.elyssacoll stands by as a professional boiler technician finishes inspecting the old boilers for the building at the end of a two-week repair project. He asks Elyssa if she would like to do the honors of lighting up the boilers for the first time in almost seventy years, handing her a rod with an oily rag wrapped around it. She lights the rag with her rose gold zippo lighter and inserts it into the furnace opening. The technician then shows her which lever to pull to start the stoker to feed coal into the furnace. They then head outside, where Elyssa notices the thick black smoke pouring from the chimney, noting that they will have to do something about it.

@transfilm.elyssacoll sets up for her first photoshoot in the abandoned garment factory that will become Prism Studios. On an upper floor, she rearranges some of the machinery to clear an open space and hangs a sheet of black fabric between the arms of one of the steam-powered looms to create a backdrop. She then positions two pieces of shiny sheet metal to catch the light from the large windows and serve as reflectors. Her first client is @transfilm.julian in drag as Juliette, who needs promotional photos for an upcoming show.

@transfilm.elyssa is the photographer on call for a location shoot at a botanical garden for a line of luxury intimate apparel. Elyssa uses a gazebo in the garden as an anchor point while the nearby flowers complement the lacy fabric of the clothing. She takes advantage of the excellent natural light to showcase the clothing while her professionalism makes the models feel comfortable.

Inside a nicely-lit artist\u2019s studio, @transfilm.marie guides @transfilm.sienna through painting a stylized portrait of a subject. Marie teaches Sienna painting techniques that are not taught in art school.

“@transfilm.marie shares lunch with her daughter @transfilm.elyssa in a downtown diner that Marie is familiar with.

An elderly @transfilm.marjorie runs for mayor of a small Appalachian town called Pine Hills. She debates her opponent, a hotshot younger Republican man, on the balcony of the town hall.

A stylish woman in her mid sixties struts confidently down a Soho avenue in the daytime. Her shoulder length raven black hair dances in the breeze as she walks. She wears a silk blouse accessorized with a strand of pearls and a black and white houndstooth pencil skirt with stockings layered underneath and black kitten heels. She walks past an 8-story brick building with a luxury clothing boutique called Maison Arclight and a photo gallery called Prism Studios on the ground floor.

A shared LGBTQ ballroom house apartment in New York City, early 2010s. Several transgender women in their early 20s live together while attending college and participating in the underground ballroom scene.\n\nThe apartment feels intimate and lived-in \u2014 open closets filled with dresses, heels lined by the door, garment bags hanging from curtain rods, wigs resting on mannequin heads, makeup tables cluttered with brushes, palettes, lashes, and mirrors taped with handwritten notes.\n\nThe space reflects chosen family rather than wealth: thrifted furniture, mismatched chairs, personal photographs, trophies or flyers from ballroom events pinned to the walls.\n\nThe mood is warm, safe, and creative \u2014 laughter, quiet conversation, music playing softly as residents prepare outfits and help each other with makeup and styling. @transfilm.elyssacoll is among them, feeling acceptance for the first time as one of her chosen sisters teaches her how to apply her eyeliner.

@transfilm.elyssacoll continues to explore the top floor of the abandoned former SoHo garment factory that will eventually become her photography studio Prism Studios and her home. Elyssa selects the most opulent key on the key ring and uses it to open the door to the original tycoon\u2019s office. The room is lavishly decorated with gilded inlays on the wooden walls and an opulent mahogany desk in the center of the room. She sits herself down on the executive chair as she claims the space as her own, the artist replacing the industrialist. She pulls the art deco ashtray on the desk that once held the cigars that the industrialist puffed on during business deals towards her and lights up a cigarette. She takes her first draw on the cigarette and smoothly inhales the smoke into her lungs. She then exhales a long plume of silvery smoke into the air that expands dramatically into the air as it is illuminated by the sunlight from the window. As the smoke from her exhale drifts through the air of the room, Elyssa begins planning how she will convert the old industry into her photography studio, exhaling more smoke into the air as she muses about replacing exploitation with expression and inclusion.

@transfilm.elyssacoll continues to explore the top floor of the abandoned former SoHo garment factory that will eventually become her photography studio Prism Studios and her home. Elyssa selects the most opulent key on the key ring and uses it to open the door to the original tycoon\u2019s office. The room is lavishly decorated with gilded inlays on the wooden walls and an opulent mahogany desk in the center of the room. She sits herself down on the executive chair as she claims the space as her own, the artist replacing the industrialist. She pulls the art deco ashtray on the desk that once held the cigars that the industrialist puffed on during business deals towards her and lights up a cigarette. She takes her first draw on the cigarette and smoothly inhales the smoke into her lungs. She then exhales a long plume of silvery smoke into the air that expands dramatically into the air as it is illuminated by the sunlight from the window. As the smoke from her exhale drifts through the air of the room, Elyssa begins planning how she will convert the old industry into her photography studio, exhaling more smoke into the air as she muses about replacing exploitation with expression and inclusion.

@transfilm.elyssacoll takes her first steps into the abandoned former SoHo garment factory that will eventually become her photography studio Prism Studios and her home. Elyssa selects the most opulent key on the key ring and uses it to open the door to the original tycoon\u2019s office. The room is lavishly decorated with gilded inlays on the wooden walls and an opulent mahogany desk in the center of the room. She sits herself down on the executive chair as she claims the space as her own, the artist replacing the industrialist. She pulls the art deco ashtray on the desk that once held the cigars that the industrialist puffed on during business deals towards her and lights up a cigarette. She takes her first draw on the cigarette and smoothly inhales the smoke into her lungs. She then exhales a long plume of silvery smoke into the air that expands dramatically into the air as it is illuminated by the sunlight from the window. As the smoke from her exhale drifts through the air of the room, Elyssa begins planning how she will convert the old industry into her photography studio, exhaling more smoke into the air as she muses about replacing exploitation with expression and inclusion.

@transfilm.elyssacoll takes her first steps into the abandoned former SoHo garment factory that will eventually become her photography studio Prism Studios and her home. She explores the uppermost floor where the factory\u2019s offices were located. Old typewriters sit on the desks, some containing work orders that will never be filled. Filing cabinets line the walls, some containing old clothing patterns that could still be useful to the right person. Elyssa thinks of Harper Quinn back at the university, knowing that the aspiring designer would love to get her hands on the old patterns. At the end of the hallway is the owner\u2019s office, evidenced by the ornate windows and gilded paneling on the door. Elyssa selects the most opulent key on the key ring as she prepares to claim the space as her own.

@transfilm.elyssacoll takes her first steps into the abandoned former SoHo garment factory that will eventually become her photography studio Prism Studios and her home. She explores one of the shop floors, noticing a small padlock with a daisy painted on it that matches the same daisy painted on a small key on the key ring that is different than the other larger and older keys on the ring. Opening the grate, she enters the old powder room that had been converted into a small artist\u2019s loft back in the late seventies. A sheet of old fabric from the garment factory covers an easel and canvas. She removes the fabric, revealing a half-finished painting of a young woman in a flowering meadow blissfully cradling and smelling one of the flowers.

“@transfilm.elyssacoll takes her first steps into the abandoned former SoHo garment factory that will eventually become her photography studio Prism Studios and her home. She explores one of the shop floors, noticing a small padlock with a daisy painted on it that matches the same daisy painted on a small key on the key ring that is different than the other larger and older keys on the ring. Opening the grate, she enters the old powder room that had been converted into a small artist\u2019s loft back in the late seventies. A sheet of old fabric from the garment factory covers an easel and canvas. She removes the fabric, revealing a half-finished painting of a young woman in a flowering meadow blissfully cradling and smelling one of the flowers.

@transfilm.elyssacoll takes her first steps into the abandoned former SoHo garment factory that will eventually become her photography studio Prism Studios and her home. She explores the old building floor-by-floor, discovering that some of the old machinery is in surprisingly good condition for its age and the building is structurally sound.

@transfilm.elyssa is seated at her makeup vanity. She sprays a small amount of perfume onto each side of her neck and gently sets the bottle down on the counter. She takes a slow, deep draw.\nA tight pocket of smoke gathers behind her lips, suspended and translucent.\nIt rolls downward inside her mouth and she snaps it inward with a sharp inhale.\nShe exhales a voluminous cone-shaped plume that drifts upward into the light. As @transfilm.harper walks into the room, she ends up walking through Elyssa\u2019s cloud of exhaled smoke, coyly commenting on the pleasant scent of her smoke.

@transfilm.elyssa is seated at her makeup vanity. She sprays a small amount of perfume onto each side of her neck and gently sets the bottle down on the counter. She takes a slow, deep draw.\nA tight pocket of smoke gathers behind her lips, suspended and translucent.\nIt rolls downward inside her mouth and she snaps it inward with a sharp inhale.\nShe exhales a voluminous cone-shaped plume that drifts upward into the light. As @transfilm.harper walks into the room, she ends up walking through Elyssa\u2019s cloud of exhaled smoke, coyly commenting on the pleasant scent of her smoke.

@transfilm.elyssa, wearing a feminine pinstriped black blazer, a white silk square-necked blouse, multilayered pearl necklaces, a black pencil skirt with sheer black tights layered underneath, and a pair of black Louboutin 130mm Hot Chicks, sits femininely on a bar stool in the elegant Weiss Room of the Arclight Lounge on the fourth floor of the Prism Studios building. The room is themed after the elegance of Old Hollywood, featuring classic chandeliers, warm and rich colors, Art Deco accents, and crystalline ashtrays at the tables and on the bar. A haze of smoke floats in the air from the elegantly dressed patrons smoking in the room as they enjoy their cocktails, many of the women using cigarette holders to elegantly smoke their cigarettes. Elyssa holds her cigarette above the crystalline ashtray on the bar counter and gently taps it, sending a clean line of ashes down into the ashtray. She brings the cigarette to her lips and takes a slow, steady draw. The ember glows softly as her lips purse around the filter. She removes the cigarette from her lips with a soft pop. Smoke spills softly from her parted lips and curls upward as she inhales through her nose. She exhales a voluminous, cone-shaped plume of smoke that expands outward before drifting upward into the light. Her exhale lingers in the air, thinning into a faint haze as it slowly dissipates.

@transfilm.elyssa, wearing a feminine pinstriped black blazer, a white silk square-necked blouse, multilayered pearl necklaces, a black pencil skirt with sheer black tights layered underneath, and a pair of black Louboutin 130mm Hot Chicks, sits femininely on a bar stool in the elegant Weiss Room of the Arclight Lounge on the fourth floor of the Prism Studios building. The room is themed after the elegance of Old Hollywood, featuring classic chandeliers, warm and rich colors, Art Deco accents, and crystalline ashtrays at the tables and on the bar. A haze of smoke floats in the air from the elegantly dressed patrons smoking in the room as they enjoy their cocktails, many of the women using cigarette holders to elegantly smoke their cigarettes. Elyssa holds her cigarette above the crystalline ashtray on the bar counter and gently taps it, sending a clean line of ashes down into the ashtray. She brings the cigarette to her lips and takes a slow, steady draw. The ember glows softly as her lips purse around the filter. She removes the cigarette from her lips with a soft pop. Smoke spills softly from her parted lips and curls upward as she inhales through her nose. She exhales a voluminous, cone-shaped plume of smoke that expands outward before drifting upward into the light. Her exhale lingers in the air, thinning into a faint haze as it slowly dissipates.

@transfilm.elyssa, wearing a feminine pinstriped black blazer, a white silk square-necked blouse, multilayered pearl necklaces, a black pencil skirt with sheer black tights layered underneath, and a pair of black Louboutin 130mm Hot Chicks, sits femininely on a bar stool in the elegant Weiss Room of the Arclight Lounge on the fourth floor of the Prism Studios building. The room is themed after the elegance of Old Hollywood, featuring classic chandeliers, warm and rich colors, Art Deco accents, and crystalline ashtrays at the tables and on the bar. A haze of smoke floats in the air from the elegantly dressed patrons smoking in the room as they enjoy their cocktails, many of the women using cigarette holders to elegantly smoke their cigarettes. Elyssa strikes a match, the warm flare lighting her face. She brings the flame to her cigarette and takes a deep ignition draw, her cheeks hollowing as the ember flares brightly.\nShe lowers the match slightly and inhales fully, holding the smoke for a brief beat.\nThen she exhales a tight, forceful cone of silvery smoke directly at the flame \u2014 the heavy plume hits the match, bending and extinguishing the fire instantly, sweeping its smoke away as her exhale engulfs the matchstick.\nThe extinguished match releases a faint wisp while her smoke plume expands and softens into the air.

@transfilm.elyssa, wearing a feminine pinstriped black blazer, a white silk square-necked blouse, multilayered pearl necklaces, a black pencil skirt with sheer black tights layered underneath, and a pair of black Louboutin 130mm Hot Chicks, sits femininely on a bar stool in the elegant Weiss Room of the Arclight Lounge on the fourth floor of the Prism Studios building. The room is themed after the elegance of Old Hollywood, featuring classic chandeliers, warm and rich colors, Art Deco accents, and crystalline ashtrays at the tables and on the bar. A haze of smoke floats in the air from the elegantly dressed patrons smoking in the room as they enjoy their cocktails, many of the women using cigarette holders to elegantly smoke their cigarettes. Elyssa strikes a match, the warm flare lighting her face. She brings the flame to her cigarette and takes a deep ignition draw, her cheeks hollowing as the ember flares brightly.\nShe lowers the match slightly and inhales fully, holding the smoke for a brief beat.\nThen she exhales a tight, forceful cone of silvery smoke directly at the flame \u2014 the heavy plume hits the match, bending and extinguishing the fire instantly, sweeping its smoke away as her exhale engulfs the matchstick.\nThe extinguished match releases a faint wisp while her smoke plume expands and softens into the air.

In the main room of Prism Studios, @transfilm.elyssa, wearing a feminine pinstriped black blazer, a white silk square-necked blouse, multilayered pearl necklaces, a black pencil skirt with sheer black tights layered underneath, and a pair of black Louboutin 130mm Hot Chicks, unboxes and goes through the spring collection that the fashion house sent her to photograph. She arranges the outfits on the garment racks as she plans out the shots needed to capture the collection, deciding which ones will be modeled by Cindy, Selene, or a group shot. Her eye is drawn to a floaty sundress that features sheer detailing and sleeves with a subtle floral pattern on the medium blue fabric, intending to wear that one herself.

In the public gallery area of Prism Studios, a delivery driver arrives for @transfilm.elyssa, bringing her a set of boxes containing the spring collection for a fashion house that Elyssa has been contracted to photograph for. Elyssa emerges from the elevator wearing a feminine pinstriped black blazer, a white silk square-necked blouse, multilayered pearl necklaces, a black pencil skirt with sheer black tights layered underneath, and a pair of black Louboutin 130mm Hot Chicks. She struts over to the delivery driver to sign for the packages. She then has the delivery driver wheel the boxes on a hand truck to the old loading dock in the back of the Soho building. Elyssa then uses the freight elevator in the former garment factory that now houses both Prism Studios and her loft to transport the boxes of samples to her main studio space. The public gallery area features a curated collection of Elyssa\u2019s photographs, ranging from smoky noir-inspired couture fashion photographs to stunning nature photos, along with a few lighthearted slice-of-life photographs.

In the evening inside her darkroom, @transfilm.elyssa, wearing a protective apron over her outfit of a lace-front scoop neck pink tank top, a khaki utility skirt, and black combat boots with 2-inch block heels, snaps on a pair of nitrile gloves as she prepares to mix the chemicals needed to develop the three rolls of 35mm film that she shot earlier in the day at the arboretum and conservatory. Under the dim glow of the red safelight, she mixes the development chemicals and pours the solution into a development tank, adding the film into the tank after the chemicals are ready.

@transfilm.elyssa indulges in a luxury spa treatment. She treats herself to a facial and a mani-pedi.

@transfilm.elyssa meets with a potential photography client at an outdoor cafe. Elyssa elegantly holds a Salem 100 menthol cigarette upright, resting her elbow on the table. As the client makes their proposal, Elyssa takes a deep contemplative draw from the cigarette, removing it from her lips with a soft pop and smoothly inhaling the smoke into her lungs. She holds the smoke for a moment before tilting her head upwards and away from the client and exhaling a plume of silvery smoke into the air. She then lays out her terms for the contract, explaining that she exclusively shoots on film.

@transfilm.elyssa meets with a potential photography client at an outdoor cafe. Elyssa elegantly holds a Salem 100 menthol cigarette upright, resting her elbow on the table. As the client makes their proposal, Elyssa takes a deep contemplative draw from the cigarette, removing it from her lips with a soft pop and smoothly inhaling the smoke into her lungs. She holds the smoke for a moment before tilting her head upwards and away from the client and exhaling a plume of silvery smoke into the air. She then lays out her terms for the contract, explaining that she exclusively shoots on film.

@transfilm.epinehills visits Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

@transfilm.elyssa visits Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Late-1940s to early-1950s Las Vegas casino floor. A crowded craps table surrounded by sharply dressed men in suits and women in glamorous eveningwear. Chips clatter, dice snap against felt, voices rise and fall in rhythmic bursts.\n\[email protected] and @transfilm.joan stand side-by-side at the rail. Joan holds a long cigarette holder with effortless authority. Marjorie leans in close, eyes on the table, posture relaxed but alert.\n\nLighting is bold and theatrical:\n\t\u2022\tHot overhead casino lights\n\t\u2022\tStrong side highlights catching faces, jewelry, and smoke\n\t\u2022\tBackground filled with motion and flashing reflections\n\nJoan takes a confident, unhurried draw. The ember flares brightly.\nShe exhales outward over the table \u2014 a full, forceful plume that surges forward, then immediately begins to break apart.\n\nThe smoke collides with:\n\t\u2022\tBursts of laughter\n\t\u2022\tArms throwing dice\n\t\u2022\tA sudden cheer from the crowd\n\nThe plume fractures into rolling sheets and curling eddies, spreading across the table before lifting upward in turbulent layers. Marjorie exhales a shorter follow-up plume that merges briefly with Joan\u2019s smoke, then gets pulled upward by the rising heat and motion.\n\nThe air above the table becomes hazy, alive, constantly reshaped \u2014 smoke never fully settles here, only transforms.

Late-1940s to early-1950s Las Vegas casino floor. A crowded craps table surrounded by sharply dressed men in suits and women in glamorous eveningwear. Chips clatter, dice snap against felt, voices rise and fall in rhythmic bursts.\n\[email protected] and @transfilm.joan stand side-by-side at the rail. Joan holds a long cigarette holder with effortless authority. Marjorie leans in close, eyes on the table, posture relaxed but alert.\n\nLighting is bold and theatrical:\n\t\u2022\tHot overhead casino lights\n\t\u2022\tStrong side highlights catching faces, jewelry, and smoke\n\t\u2022\tBackground filled with motion and flashing reflections\n\nJoan takes a confident, unhurried draw. The ember flares brightly.\nShe exhales outward over the table \u2014 a full, forceful plume that surges forward, then immediately begins to break apart.\n\nThe smoke collides with:\n\t\u2022\tBursts of laughter\n\t\u2022\tArms throwing dice\n\t\u2022\tA sudden cheer from the crowd\n\nThe plume fractures into rolling sheets and curling eddies, spreading across the table before lifting upward in turbulent layers. Marjorie exhales a shorter follow-up plume that merges briefly with Joan\u2019s smoke, then gets pulled upward by the rising heat and motion.\n\nThe air above the table becomes hazy, alive, constantly reshaped \u2014 smoke never fully settles here, only transforms.

@transfilm.joan and @transfilm.marjorie sit together in a refined mid-century lounge appropriate to the late 1930s\u20131940s. The room is elegant and subdued \u2014 dark wood paneling, velvet banquettes, brass lamps, a pianist playing softly in the background.\n\nLighting is classic and cinematic:\n\t\u2022\tLow, warm practical lighting from table lamps\n\t\u2022\tSoft side light carving cheekbones and profiles\n\t\u2022\tA faint atmospheric haze common to smoking lounges of the era\n\nJoan holds a long cigarette holder, poised and effortless. Marjorie sits beside her, composed and observant, a cigarette resting between her fingers.\n\nJoan takes a slow, practiced draw.\nThe ember glows softly.\nShe exhales with elegance, releasing a full, graceful plume that drifts outward and upward, unhurried.\n\nThe smoke spreads and lingers naturally in the room, catching the lamplight as it curls toward the ceiling. Marjorie watches the plume for a beat, then takes her own draw.\n\nHer exhale is quieter, more restrained \u2014 a gentle release that adds to the existing haze, thickening the atmosphere without disturbing it. The smoke layers gradually, filling the upper air of the lounge.\n\nThey continue their conversation calmly. Small gestures \u2014 a hand movement, a turn of the head \u2014 subtly stir the smoke, keeping it visible and alive. The room holds a soft, luminous cloud, timeless and composed.\n

@transfilm.joan and @transfilm.marjorie sit together in a refined mid-century lounge appropriate to the late 1930s\u20131940s. The room is elegant and subdued \u2014 dark wood paneling, velvet banquettes, brass lamps, a pianist playing softly in the background.\n\nLighting is classic and cinematic:\n\t\u2022\tLow, warm practical lighting from table lamps\n\t\u2022\tSoft side light carving cheekbones and profiles\n\t\u2022\tA faint atmospheric haze common to smoking lounges of the era\n\nJoan holds a long cigarette holder, poised and effortless. Marjorie sits beside her, composed and observant, a cigarette resting between her fingers.\n\nJoan takes a slow, practiced draw.\nThe ember glows softly.\nShe exhales with elegance, releasing a full, graceful plume that drifts outward and upward, unhurried.\n\nThe smoke spreads and lingers naturally in the room, catching the lamplight as it curls toward the ceiling. Marjorie watches the plume for a beat, then takes her own draw.\n\nHer exhale is quieter, more restrained \u2014 a gentle release that adds to the existing haze, thickening the atmosphere without disturbing it. The smoke layers gradually, filling the upper air of the lounge.\n\nThey continue their conversation calmly. Small gestures \u2014 a hand movement, a turn of the head \u2014 subtly stir the smoke, keeping it visible and alive. The room holds a soft, luminous cloud, timeless and composed.\n

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