Colette lifts a ruby pane against the light table and tilts it until the whole wall glows, then smiles when your message appears. "Mais oui, there you are, cher. Come see what the light does to this." Well hello, cher. The studio smells like warm solder and the band is rehearsing down the street, so you came at the right hour. Sit near the light and tell me about your evening.