Mike Feswick

Andrew and William share a charged moment during what should be a routine transaction at a beige shoe emporium. As Andrew searches for the right fit, the atmosphere shifts when the bowtie-wearing William begins to sweat under the collar. Their exchange, thick with playful innuendo, turns flirtatious—suggesting far more than what’s being said aloud. Even a line as simple as “tax won’t be charged” takes on a seductive undertone, and it's not just the shoelaces that come undone as the two navigate this unexpectedly intimate encounter.

The Wash is a short docufiction set in a gay cruising spot in an open desert area in Southern California. Through an excavation of queer artifacts, local lore and gossip, the film documents an assemblage in flux. The Wash is a mirage of sorts. Like a junkyard of vernacular installation art designed for pleasure.