In a white room with meat curtains

I saw Sasha Grey in a movie, Innocence Brat, and the very next day bumped into her in Simi Valley (I am a G.O.P. candidate for President, and I was speaking at the Ronald Reagan Library).

Because I am newly concerned with unsafe practices on film sets, I was concerned with the relentless whiteness of the background, against which Grey and others cavorted on single pieces of furniture.

“The studio was all white, and you didn’t know where the wall curved up,” Grey said. “And the lights were very bright. It was really hot.”

“It was,” I said.

“The lights,” she said.

Previously: A Little more Sasha Grey never hurt anybody; Stagger Lee; In a Wet Room with black curtains…
See also: Sasha Grey, Ninnworx