A lady walks across a desert. A horse is there. She unfolds a folding chair she pulled from nowhere, and rubs raspberries all over her body. It looks like blood.

A man walks through a field. He stops to smell the roses. Literally. Camera pans to the roses. They're now carnations. A storm rolls in overhead.

Woman drives down Hollywood boulevard in a white cadillac. Five cats sit in the backseat on a plank of driftwood. The horse is back.

Two men approach a dartboard. They wear leather jackets and drink whiskey. A fire roars in the background. The dart lands. The camera pans around to see where it landed. A dart sticks out a horse's eye.

Four friends cross sand dunes in a Land Rover Defender. Wait, no, this is a car advert. The horse draws closer.

A minor celebrity walks through a field. They are pursued by a lion, but roll safely into a lake at the last minute. They dare not emerge – they hear something worse than a lion. Soft hoofbeats are heard muffled through the water.

A woman with long soft blonde hair lies face down in a field of wheat. A bottle of white wine is poured over her head. A shadow of a horse and rider pass overhead.

A grassy verge. A horse stands alone surrounded by clover. It is bent over something. It stands up. Its teeth are red.

Fragrance, by Paco Rabanne.