Can you tell that these images are a lie? Can you see where the film image ends and the simulacra begins? Is there anything ’real’ or authentic here? Yet, I sense something authentic being ’presented’, rather than something being ’represented’, and that what is being presented cannot be found anywhere else. I imagine that ironically, poetically, beautifully, sublimely, redeemingly, something authentic emerges from the simulacra.