Her Type opens with my mother loading a selfie of me into FaceApp—a smartphone application that generates realistic transformations of photographic portraits. She adds a “male” filter to the picture. With the “male” filter, my selfie resembles a portrait of my Russian father, now deceased, when he was my age. The image creates an opportunity for my mother to express her desire for me (via the image of me as my father), while my camera frames my mother’s image, fetishizing it. Her Type explores the submerged desire between me and my mother, an immigrant and professional actress, who is my subject and collaborator. Through interviews, reenactment, and cinema-verité narration, the film explores sexual tension between camera and subject, viewer and image, American daughter and Russian mother.