When I attend a guided tour in a museum, I feel quite embarrassed, almost amused. And entertained by the whispered theories of its visitors. Ashamed faces when confronted with erotic art are probably the most enjoyable. /HORST
This time I skip the nudity part (what a Horst surprise) and focus on the withered and broken. The vulnerable and injured. The beauty of fugaciousness. Araki captures a poetic and intense feeling, still with a sexual connotation, but evolving into more subtle ways of expression. /HORST