Levi's: Nuts
Art direction of the film
The city is held together by bolts: bridges, railings, concrete, nuts screwed on tight. The characters loosen it up their own way. They climb trees, slide down railings, dance at night in an empty square and dive underwater, while the denim follows every move and never holds them back. The nuts sink to the bottom; the people come back up.
Dry.
I came clean, almost without a scent.
Between yellow sparks the skin lies open
to the thrill of love.
They were twisting style, the others twisting nuts,
so the king of the hill would crush the urge,
squeezing the body like iron,
roughly, without love.
Water. It will pour,
I know for sure, tomorrow or a year from now.
Fabric hugs the body,
freedom pours down in buckets.
Nuts always sink to the bottom,
that is the law of these waters.