Searching Flickr for “curves,” I found this. It’s out of focus. The framing is odd and the lighting is bizarre. Did someone shoot this with an old box camera? I don’t know. I don’t care. I love it. This isn’t a photograph; it’s a memory, something stolen from patterned synapses and emblazoned on paper.
Oh, hell, I’ll just say it, even if I do risk starting another religious flame war. This image is holy. And no, it’s not just the distant bright light (although that helps). The love bestowed upon the subject speaks more of worship than of lust.
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Here’s another haunting image from the same photographer.
Holy as in Holy Moly.
Wow. Sex-AY.
I just had to come back here and say… yowza. I want to touch.
Mouthwatering, ain’t it? I think it’s an amazing photo, made so by its flaws.