I walked into my favourite junk store, Ross' Relics, and there she was, tucked away in a room full of vintage tools and telephones. One of her arms rested against the wall behind, perfectly reaching up between her own legs. It seemed just too easy to make the scene even more suggestive by slinging a phone cord over her shoulder and letting the mouth-piece drape low. Telephone sex line? Hermaphrodite? Phallic fantasy? The interpretations are open, but one thing's for sure — I can't get Blondie's "Call Me" and Richard Gere in American Gigolo out of my head!