A sensual, dreamlike fashion film about a woman suspended somewhere between desire, memory and self-possession. Inside a shadowed house, bodies, reflections, horses and fragments of intimacy drift through her world like half-remembered images. The voiceover describes her through strange, tactile contradictions, someone to be felt rather than understood, found as if mystery had already consumed her. Homme Fatal turns the language of seduction into an elusive portrait of femininity, power and desire.