My first reaction to Reagan Louie's photographs was that of fascination. As an American male, there is a conditioned sexual response to a photo of a prostitute. The tinge of desire fueling an intense fascination for these hyper sexual photos, and there are elements for intellectual rapture as well, the surreal normalcy of the brothel, the digging into the artist intentions...but ultimately my response is still an illusion... the compelling illusion of lust and desire. Like the morning after a drunken one-night fling, Reagan leaves me empty and wanting something deeper. Photographs are the result of a series of conscious and subconscious choices made by the artist (ala Diane Arbus), and the greater an artist awareness the greater her freedom to chose.... resulting in better art. It's too bad that SFMOMA devoted an entire exhibit to (and thus drag an audience through) an Asian American man going though an identity search through the brothels of Asia. Surely there are Asian woman who are mothers, lawyers, activists, farmers, entrepreneurs, spiritual leaders, political revolutionaries, economists, daughters, sisters, and wives. I have no doubt that Asian woman are more complex than an exotic sexual delicacy to be consumed by fine art enthusiasts. But perhaps that will be the work of a real artist.