Interview with Jasmine

Jasmine’s British accent slips out when she laughs and the sound bounces off the concrete walls like she doesn’t care who hears. Ebony curves packed tight in red lace, she steps in front of the lens as if she grew up doing this. Budapest is a long way from south London and she knows it. So she talks: the forbidden thrill of being nineteen and boldly upright, the way the city money caught her attention, the heat that stirs inside her every time she tells a new viewer exactly what she wants next. Her voice gets huskier the more details spill out, and with every little confession the distance between camera and subject shrinks until she’s practically fucking you from the other side of the frame. Raw, brash, and smiling because she means every word.