A Japanese friend once told me that a synopsis should be like a brochure from a travel agent inviting us to visit an exotic place. Following his advice, me and the girl in the mirror invite you to travel to a peculiar place, somewhat mysterious, a sophisticated mirrored box inside a TV studio. A place where the putting on of a red lipstick gives life and the broadcast camera takes it away, whilst girls lost in endoscopic novels are thrown into the darkness where they vanish into the emptiness of haute couture dresses.