Not quite sure about this, simply because it did so little for me. On reflection I connect to images and pictures that are gateways to other worlds. This however is a depiction of the real one, albeit spiced up with some girl on girl action. It reminds me of the rolls of porno books I used to find on the local golf course in the 1970's. The ones where women in various states of undressed adornment are penetrated by studs with various contours of burgery grips, hairy chests and bouncing with medallions. Wow, at the time, but in retrospect not something I would cross the road to see nowadays. I am not sure what the market is for this book, because you can get so much porn on the internet. This is't really art, like his previous books. It's just pictures of young women naked in bland sterile motels and apartments.
These are the girls next door, the Fiesta babes as opposed to the glitz of Men Only and Penthouse. I flicked through it and put it to one side and then returned to make my mind up. If my daughter saw it I would be embarrased, as it would be difficult to argue it is art, because clearly it isn't. It doesn't light my fire. The pictures are well composed, but if the spark is not ignited, it comes over as all too damp and small.