Interesting to note my reaction change to this once I discovered the director was actually the object of beauty in this short rather than my preconceived idea of the gazing male. Tacked on as an extra to 'Claire's Knee', this is a Rohmer-lite contribution to the eternal question of how men pursue the feminine ideal. It still didn't clean the bad taste from my initial reading though.
A young man with purplish-brown hair seeks out in life those forms which he so admires in his mentor's art. In other words, "dat ass." Most of the film shows him and Shaki's character discussing art and beauty, with Shaki adopting poses from various famous nudes. Given Shaki's beauty and the Debussy score, I can't say that these were the worst 16 minutes of my life. There just wasn't much to grab onto.