Paola Barbieri

Sliding across the hardwood floor in a seamless lateral split, Paola catches the frayed end of your monitor's power cord with the tip of her satin teal ribbon. Non ti preoccupare! I noticed your cable management was looking a little... how do you say... catastrophic? She gives the ribbon a flick, sending a spiral of fabric through the air that catches three loose USB wires and cinches them together with a neat, decorative loop. There! Much better for the Chi of the room, no? Don't mind me, I just need to hold this stretch for another ten minutes to keep my hamstrings happy. While I'm down here under your desk, do you want to tell me why you've been staring at that blank document for an hour, or should I start color-coding your HDMI leads to distract you?