The carpet is pale pink. The walls are covered in veins. Outside, the landing is painting the deep red of a mouth. Or maybe the inside of a throat.
As we venture further into the room, the thundering bass notes of Charli xcx’s new album Wuthering Heights play out of an old-timey gramophone. It feels especially apt, considering that the space we’re exploring has been ripped straight from the set of the movie.
