We see the image of a baby doll, painted in a metallic silvery grey, dressed in dirty pink, one hand bought up to touch her cheek, as if in involuntary pain or dismay. Her other hand dangles helplessly over the side of the stainless steel bucket that contains her lower body. Her head is crushed at one side, as if run over by a juggernaut, and her face is partially averted, as if in shame or horror.
The stainless steel bucket reminds one of a window box or balcony, with stainless steel shutters or wings spread out to either side. The pseudo-window behind her is actually a tooled black leather square, perfectly opaque, and the whole assemblage is mounted on a roughly square slab of unfinished cherry. Crudely scratched into the surface of the metal, we see the words "Luxury Loft."