I have a crazy urge to smoke. I want to fill this room with a lot of smoke. I tease my body with yet another moment of anticipation, inhaling the scent of tobacco deep into my blackened nostrils: they’re like two tunnels ready to spew smoke like crazy geysers. I start to sweat; I like these perverse thoughts—it’s hot. This anticipation turns me on. I know it won’t take long—otherwise I’d go crazy. I need two Marlboro Reds 100’s. I want their tip on my nose; I want to puff out my cheeks and shoot this rocket to the moon! Hey you, do you want me to light it? I’ll do it, don’t worry, but not right away. I want my chest ablaze with desire. This cigarette can’t slip away from me. I want it. I can feel sweat and saliva. I’ve got a great plan for the next 13 minutes: two Marlboro 100’s—teasing, dangling, snaps, double and triple pumps. Puffs as deep as the caves of Borneo. I feel so wild. I’m a dark soul in search of pleasure. And I’ll have it!

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (length: 13'02" - aspect and pixel ratio: 9/16; 1080x1920)

Want to spy on me while I smoke? Oh, you really are a hopeless degenerate! Did you think I wouldn't notice that electronic eye trained on me? Darling, nothing escapes me. You ought to know that. You can watch me without me being able to do the same. You’re a real bastard. But I don't mind the game at all. And leaving me alone in a room under video surveillance is a huge mistake. I might just show you my worst side knowing I'm being watched. It turns me on. You kept all the butts I smoked at dinner last time. You really are a pervert, you know! But this time I’m wearing a black babydoll, and I have with me long white cylinders loaded with nicotine and red lipstick. Do you like Eve 120s? I want to see if you’ll have the guts to watch my performance in one go without getting the monitors you're spying on me through all wet. They’re going to be long minutes of orgasmic smoking. Get ready for the show: I’m going to suck on these white straws, one after another, until they meet their grim fate. I’ll turn them into ash, accidentally dirtying your sofa. But don't expect an apology—I want to leave my strong scent on your upholstery as I exhale with my mouth wide open. These are deep drags—very deep. Aggressive, seductive, lustful. Puffs suspended in time, floating inside my greedy lungs. You have to see how much I love smoking. And you have to do it carefully, because when the second cigarette is finished—when the filter is destroyed—I’m going to shut down this fucking connection!

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (length: 13'05" - aspect and pixel ratio: 16/9; 1920x1080)

I love smoking for you. I feel good vibrations in my body when I light the flame. I pull out a Marlboro 100 to make you happy. I shove it into my mouth like a whore. It has to give me pleasure. You can bet on it—it will, rest assured! I want to feel the smoke penetrating all my holes. Can you hear how hot my moans are? You look at me, I look at you. I know what you want, and I tell you in English. How much do you like what I’m doing? How much do you like the way I do it? Are you getting turned on? Heat me all the way up. It feels so good... I need to feel the heat rising, exploding. Make me feel it! I love smoking for you. I want to burn the filter; I want all of it—I want all of you.

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (length: 5'09" - aspect and pixel ratio: 9/16; 1080x1920)

Turn up the volume. Crank up the bass. Feel the poetry of the music in my breath. My lungs are tired, but always hungry. I devour a Marlboro in just over two minutes. My throat is a blackened chimney. The ash stretches out, then falls—I don’t know where. But all I care about is taking a drag, and another, and another. And with every puff of smoke, you can hear a deep, rasping sound coming from my lungs. Your stereo speakers aren’t the problem. Don’t worry, you spent your money well, but you’ve got to turn up the volume, damn it! Actually, I’ll be the one with a problem if I keep this up. But I don't care! My bronchial tubes are singing sinister melodies. I’ve really smoked way too much today. If you ask me how many cigarettes I’ve smoked, well... I wouldn’t even know where to start counting them. I’m always craving nicotine. This is driving me crazy. I want to smoke quickly. A haze of smoke in the room. I enjoy this.

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (length: 2'20" - aspect and pixel ratio: 9/16; 1080x1920)

I want every ray of sunshine on me, I want to tan, I want to get dark. I want to become black as coal. Like the bitumen I inhale all day. I want to cover my limbs with tar. I want heat. I want to feel myself burning like when I smoke mercilessly, destroying my beauty. I want to tattoo my body with dark sand. I want anthracite dust marking my chest, hands, arms, neck, feet, legs, face. I want to look like I really am: a human ashtray, loaded with tar, and proud of its scars. I want to draw my lungs, now pockmarked by millions of cigarettes being put out. I want everyone to see what happens inside me when I smoke like a madwoman. I want asphalt on my trachea, dark gray concrete in my bronchi, sewage buried in my alveoli. I'm dirty inside. I'm dirty outside. I'm fucking filthy. I was born to smoke.

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (length: 3'44" - aspect and pixel ratio: 16/9; 1920x1080)

Admire the Goddess Roxana. Humiliation is the only form of interaction you can have with me. I am the one who grants it to you. I am the one who asks questions. I am the one who allows you to serve me, and to look at me. I want you humbled, on your knees before me. You are truly a useless man. The only thing you know how to do is look. So do it well! Admire my black leather look, my makeup, my shiny shoes, and all the details of this damned perfection. But don't stare too long into my gaze and my smoking and demanding mouth. You could hurt yourself badly. You are an invertebrate in perpetual waiting. Your only talent is being as loyal to me as a dog—though certainly not a purebred one. Now shut up! Open your mouth and do your duty. Accept my ashes as silver dust. Accept my saliva as holy water. Accept my insults as ancestral punishments because you are a depraved sinner. Eat my cigarette butt and maybe you'll get a kiss for your blessed redemption, maybe. Your point of view is below me. You're just a human ashtray who loves watching me smoke. Be obedient and devoted. (English subtitles).

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (length: 7'26" - aspect and pixel ratio: 9/16 <1080x1920)

I get up, open the curtains, and step out onto the balcony. Bright sunshine and plenty of light in my tired eyes. Good morning, world! Here’s the dull rumble in my chest as it wakes up too—a clamor of ominous sounds. You don’t really think I can smoke about 50 cigarettes a day and not have lung problems, do you? Of course I do. But you see, it’s a matter of perception, not just lifestyle. I know I’m feeling good only when I cough hard and expel tons of gunk. My body is working perfectly. I rub my eyes and the cough makes itself felt in my chest, burning my alveoli. My lungs are demanding their proper dose of nicotine again today. And they’re right! That’s what the cough is for. It’s a signal the body sends when it’s going through cigarette withdrawal. Kind of like when your stomach growls because you’re so hungry. Too tired last night. Too many hours without smoking, and that really thickens the sludge inside my chest. My cough tells me my body is healthy! Clouds of smoke build up throughout the day, and then the next morning my lungs expel tons of catarrh that rises up through my windpipe. My system works perfectly. My cough is strong; it jostles my breasts this way and that, free to sway beneath my babydoll. The morning roar ushers in a new day filled with smoke. This is wellness! A nice pack of Marlboro Reds is here waiting for me. And before anything else, even before breakfast, I must immediately satisfy this insane urge to inhale.

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (length: 7'38" - aspect and pixel ratio: 9/16; 1080x1920)

Perfect evening, holiday atmosphere, and good company. I love smoking cafes. I'm immersed here in the darkness, among the people, the stars, and cigarettes all around. A brief blackout, my excellent Italian coffee, strong, intense. Puffs of smoke in the cup. And then I smile, hanging lights, summer energy, caresses in my lungs and breaths of salty wind; I love the magical atmosphere and the scent of sea and tobacco; fishermen at sea, good food, simplicity, all this with a passion enveloping my heart. I enjoy yet another cigarette, knowing it won't be the last of the evening. Lustful cheeks, deep drags, and mega exhales in this bohemian life that never tires me.

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (durata: 4'14" - aspect and pixel ratio: 9/16/1080x1920)

Imagine hearing the lighter click from far away, in another room. You have an irresistible urge. You know I just lit it. You call me... but I already know why you want me there with you. Here I am. Open your eyes and look at me closely as I stand there, next to you, with the lit cigarette. Look at me. I’m here with you to smoke the whole cigarette. I want to smoke it all dangling from my powerful, full lips. Now you can feel all the heat inside me. You’re such a lover—just like me—when it comes to cigarettes. I love this combination. This is what happens when I’m close to you, knowing you want to stare at my mouth until you go crazy. So don’t miss a single twitch of my gaze, a single curve of my sumptuous lips. Admire the ash as it falls, the dangling cigarette butt, the secondhand smoke that envelops my face and stings my eyes. Then smile with me at the end of this perverse game.

Film by Roxana Marlb (length: 3'08" - aspect and pixel ratio: 1080x1920)

They’re the shivers of smoke I give myself every day. I love the smell of smoke on my body, on my fingernails. That aroma that wafts from my gasping mouth and through my smoke-gold hair. I love these poisons coursing through my burning arteries. I crave that tactile sensation on my eager lips. I twirl the cigarette between my fingers over and over, cigarette after cigarette, pack after pack. Here’s the nicotine settling on my fingers—I can see it; can you see it too? Look at my right index finger; it smells so good. But how the hell much have I smoked to make it like this? I’m not crazy—or maybe I am. I love all of this. I really, really love it. I smoke the cigarette down to the filter, and then I let you admire that dark, irresistible color.

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (length: 4'26" - aspect and pixel ratio: 9/16; 1080x1920)

Serious smoking sessions for your pleasure and mine. A different video format to showcase two performances at the same time. Imagine there are two of me. Two twin Roxanas. One is a heavy smoker, and the other is a heavy smoker. One smokes heavily, and the other smokes heavily. I cough, she coughs. In this video, I smoke two Marlboro Red 100s in about five minutes. I hold my cell phone in my hand and watch myself as I smoke these two cigarettes intensely. In both clips, you’ll hear my pleasure and see the power of my drags, even with my cheeks deeply hollowed out. The embers crackle between my lips. Double and triple puffs. I feel good about myself—and about the other me, too. We’re voracious and relentless. We love feeling fierce about smoke. My booming voice echoes through the room like heavy thunder. Intense puffs and fists of smoke between my teeth, then down into my strong lungs. Snaps inhale, deep drags, nose exhales, open-mouth inhale, french inhale, rings. We light up together, we finish together—we’re the same, but we’re not the same. We are Roxana and Roxana. She and I burn the cigarette up to the filter, and beyond. Look at us.

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (length: 4'54" - pixel ratio: 2160x1920)

I have nothing to do today. I just have to smoke. I’m naked on my bed. The frame is a half-body shot. The full ashtray sits on my chest. Total relaxation. My tattoo and my burn marks are on full display. My body is visibly wasting away along with me. I want to touch my vice and enjoy the sound it makes. I squeeze the soft pack of Marlboro Reds over and over. These cigarettes are so good. And so beautiful. I love Marlboro Reds. I like to see the cigarette bend and dent between my fingers. The soft cigarette has a different, more aggressive draw. The soft pack is fucking sexy. Just as sexy as my iron will to smoke nonstop. I devour these cigarettes—I literally eat them! My lips are the perfect fit for a Marlboro Red. My lips are soft and full, inviting, eager to suck every milligram of nicotine. I’ll show you the filter at the end of the video. I love watching it turn that little thing black. I have a constant craving for this stuff. It’s got me, damn it. I want more, damn it. I love smoking.

Film by Roxana Marlb Productions (length: 4'17" - aspect and pixel ratio: 9/16; 1080x1920)