By Guido Argentini
Bold and provocative, those photos of the feminine nude push the viewer's limits and enters 'forbidden territory'. Argentini performs with our notions of privateness and constructs a deeply erotic universe the place it's tough to understand what we are going to find--our hidden sexual fantasies or a parallel truth? those charged photos are either refined and uncooked, with a gloomy and extemely sophisticated glamour all their very own.
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He dared not go to that empty black place again. He hurt people, did things . . Drinking didn‟t keep the war away, it only set it free within him. What did he have to fight for, in any case? He no longer believed in anything, not honor, not nobility, not even the land he‟d nearly died for. This lack of belief wasn‟t bitterness, or even cynicism. He simply couldn‟t remember why he should care. He pulled the paper closer, dipped his pen into the inkwell held fixed to his nautical desk, and wrote a single line.
Quiet now, Melody. ” She wrapped sticky hands up behind his neck, pressing Gordy Ann into his left ear, and wept into his lapel as if her heart were breaking. Her raw cries tore into him, making him ache with guilt. Colin‟s chest stayed tight until she finally slithered down his weskit to curl into his lap, her thumb in her mouth and her scrap of a doll held close. Wet lashes drooped and she dozed limply, as if her tears had emptied her entirely. She‟d had one day with Miss Filby and the boy! How could she care so deeply if she rode away from them?
Pomme smiled beneficently. “Prudence, my lovely, tell your Mr. Lambert who we are. ” “He ain‟t my Mr. Lambert,” she pointed out, then turned to Colin and indicated the group with a toss of her head. ” Colin gazed at the motley crew. ” Pomme bowed his plumed head graciously. “Players all, from the tots to the dotards. ” He could simply hear it in Pomme‟s tone. “Whereupon she related the sad tale of your desertion—” Colin bridled. “I didn‟t—” Pomme held up one hand. Colin subsided in spite of himself.