Shot in the key of a mid-2000s campaign, sun-bleached, a little insolent, all gold light and bare floor. Madison wears glamour like she’s slightly bored of it, which is exactly what makes it land.

There’s a window behind her doing most of the lighting, and not much else in the room. One white chair, a thin red cushion, carpet warmed to the color of honey. The whole frame is basically empty, which means she has nowhere to hide and clearly doesn’t want anywhere to. She drapes herself across the chair like it’s a throne someone forgot to make grand, one arm thrown up behind her head, the navy suit cut deep and easy.

The look she’s giving the camera is the part I keep coming back to. Not a smile, not a pout, just a level stare that says she’ll hold this pose exactly as long as she decides to and not a second more. The bored confidence isn’t an act. That’s the room doing nothing and her doing everything.