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on 11 November 2003
Some will see this as art, others as pornography and to be fair it treads a fine line between. The book consists of short photosets that convey sexual encounters or fantasies. They are quite explicit at times, and have a more reportage style than fine art style. Some shots would be quite at home in top shelf magazines, others are quite simple and beautiful, but overall the book is more about fantasy than reality.
Certainly it defies conventions however. This is not a sanitized, asexual study of form. It's about sex, and does not follow conventions of beauty. Women are often dishevelled, with smudged make up, unshaven and certainly not plastic supermodels.
Despite its explicitness and somewhat seamy approach however, it still intrigues and captivates, and manages to avoid the hard, cold and uncompromising feel of commercial porn. One for the voyeurs, and differently aroused perhaps ?
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Beautifully lit shots of an artistic form of sexual expression. The style is aimed at a high end market, the liberated bourgeois as a form of guided imagery for their sexual release. The images range from sexual tease to mimicry to documentation, a gamut of emotions as the photographer uses a range of Caucasian models to enact desire.

The photographs highlight the hidden passionate worlds of men and women enacting their fantasy dream worlds in the apartments, fields and concrete pathways of the here and now. Men dressed as gimps pander to female tastes, men pressed against walls have anonymous touches from invisible women letting imagination intensify anonymous worlds.

Roy Stuart imparts the worlds beyond the polite plasterboard pig pens, the dial a porn rent a girl, dress in rubber worlds masked behind corporate facades. Stripped of pretense the old rhythms of life are beaten out on wooden floors, wobbling walls and iron sprung bedsteads.

This beauty lies within the beast.
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on 17 August 2016
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