My God. Exactly the type of a woman I love. She’s just too perfect. I love her body, her hair, her lips, her eyes, her very subtle make-up, her look… Also the photographer caught her in exactly the right moment and angle. That look, it’s as if more than just a body is depicted in here, like you can catch a glimpse of her inside, or is it just my fantasy, sexual but not strictly erotic, reflected in her eyes?
This pic is holy. I need a ritual to protect the moment from being spoiled. I will breath deep three times and put it away. God, I almost fell in a love with a picture.
Is it possible for a man that runs a blog with photos of girls to not treat the person to whom the depicted body belongs as an object? Even if indirectly, through the medium of the picture (object)? I really, really hope so. Becouse right now I almost feel ashamed, like in this picture all the safety of peep-shamelesness that comes with a static picture just eroded. All those pixels are no longer just pixels, no longer digits anymore.
Why did she uncover herself, to me, to others? What does it mean that so many people can see, can reblog her? Is this body still hers? In what way?
And no, black and white photos never evoke such emotions and questions in me, although they are so artsy-fartsy. The background here so simple, no studio… I hate the word art, but this is it.
And yet it’s all so anonymous, came to me through random reblog chain. No source, photographer, model (how unappropriate, that word, here), nothing.
EDIT: Ok I did some tracking, the model is Kara Neko and the photographer art T.
(via nupox)
