Behind closed doors, what nightly rituals are woman performing in
order to preserve and renew their fresh glowing faces? Are they being dunked in vats of butter? Being dabbled and plucked with needles and creams? And who is the informer whispering to girls as they reach maturation just what rubs and dips and lotions and potions are needed to remain, umm, beautiful? I haven’t a clue. But Xavier Cha’s has slipped the key under the back mat, and is allowing us to peek into her secret chamber of android-esque woman in various states of renewal.

Like Stepford Wives in an ad campaign for a spa retreat: disquieting images of tight-lipped, stone eyed beauties, mascara still lining their lids, eery gooes and creams clouding their cheeks. And all the while an unease that the door might suddenly slam shut, and we’ll be next in line, and even more unsettling, we might be lining up, voluntarily.