Nothing says success like a smile and a haircut.
Let the world be bedazzled, and the eye behind its lens take in everything, and bathe it in irresistible light.
It is there that longing begins, along the jaw line, the cheekbone, the V of décolleté, where shadow meets luminous skin.
And in the end, the natives rebelled, as did the pastoral scene and the still life, and the fruit and the flowers and the naked lady. Life, in all its defiance, refused to be seen as anything but itself.