Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in backshots picture. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than backshots picture,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “backshots picture” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “backshots picture” climax ever recorded.