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Bruno Bisang Photographs

Bruno Bisang Photographs

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Rating: 3 stars
Summary: You can almost hear her heart beat, her breathing
Review: "This is Carla. This is Scarlet. This is Sandra." More than 30 years after Francoise Sagan and Federico Fellini wrote that opening to "Mirror of Venus" by Wingate Paine, Bruno Bisang presents a remarkably similar work subtitled "Whoever Touches Me Is Lost", erotic studies in black and white of heroic beauties within arm's reach. The books and the photographers share a wonderful sense of intimacy with the models, watching them in auto-erotic spells, sharing their space, so close you can feel their breath and the heat from their skin. Paine's work was almost all high-key, with a lot of playful gesture, laughing, and flirtatious. Bisang is much more focused on dark sex, playing with the conventions from men's magazines with shadowy lesbian overtures and self-loving models (including flopped-negative facing pages of Tyra Banks passionately checking under her jacket). There's a heterosexual encounter -- many little pictures -- near the end of the book and it's THAT close to NC-17, but lacking the one view that would take it to X. The work is mostly conventional, erotic, and very stylish -- again, much like Paine's of the last century -- making it a daring addition to the almost-polite coffee table collection. (There are no images of the feminine naughty bit.) An unfortunate feature the two works share is preposterous text. Paolo Pietroni's essay explaining the significance of the pictures is utterly lost on me, with his confusing and persistent mixed metaphor of the "complicity" of the "Hunter and the Prey". A minor annoyance is providing page numbers only on the few pages on which text appears. The index at the back of the book helpfully points readers to specific models on specific pages, but lots of page counting is needed to get from the number on a distant text page to an un-numbered image destination. Photo reproduction and paper stock are good quality and appropriate for the price.

Rating: 3 stars
Summary: You can almost hear her heart beat, her breathing
Review: "This is Carla. This is Scarlet. This is Sandra." More than 30 years after Francoise Sagan and Federico Fellini wrote that opening to "Mirror of Venus" by Wingate Paine, Bruno Bisang presents a remarkably similar work subtitled "Whoever Touches Me Is Lost", erotic studies in black and white of heroic beauties within arm's reach. The books and the photographers share a wonderful sense of intimacy with the models, watching them in auto-erotic spells, sharing their space, so close you can feel their breath and the heat from their skin. Paine's work was almost all high-key, with a lot of playful gesture, laughing, and flirtatious. Bisang is much more focused on dark sex, playing with the conventions from men's magazines with shadowy lesbian overtures and self-loving models (including flopped-negative facing pages of Tyra Banks passionately checking under her jacket). There's a heterosexual encounter -- many little pictures -- near the end of the book and it's THAT close to NC-17, but lacking the one view that would take it to X. The work is mostly conventional, erotic, and very stylish -- again, much like Paine's of the last century -- making it a daring addition to the almost-polite coffee table collection. (There are no images of the feminine naughty bit.) An unfortunate feature the two works share is preposterous text. Paolo Pietroni's essay explaining the significance of the pictures is utterly lost on me, with his confusing and persistent mixed metaphor of the "complicity" of the "Hunter and the Prey". A minor annoyance is providing page numbers only on the few pages on which text appears. The index at the back of the book helpfully points readers to specific models on specific pages, but lots of page counting is needed to get from the number on a distant text page to an un-numbered image destination. Photo reproduction and paper stock are good quality and appropriate for the price.

Rating: 3 stars
Summary: You can almost hear her heart beat, her breathing
Review: "This is Carla. This is Scarlet. This is Sandra." More than 30 years after Francoise Sagan and Federico Fellini wrote that opening to "Mirror of Venus" by Wingate Paine, Bruno Bisang presents a remarkably similar work subtitled "Whoever Touches Me Is Lost", erotic studies in black and white of heroic beauties within arm's reach. The books and the photographers share a wonderful sense of intimacy with the models, watching them in auto-erotic spells, sharing their space, so close you can feel their breath and the heat from their skin. Paine's work was almost all high-key, with a lot of playful gesture, laughing, and flirtatious. Bisang is much more focused on dark sex, playing with the conventions from men's magazines with shadowy lesbian overtures and self-loving models (including flopped-negative facing pages of Tyra Banks passionately checking under her jacket). There's a heterosexual encounter -- many little pictures -- near the end of the book and it's THAT close to NC-17, but lacking the one view that would take it to X. The work is mostly conventional, erotic, and very stylish -- again, much like Paine's of the last century -- making it a daring addition to the almost-polite coffee table collection. (There are no images of the feminine naughty bit.) An unfortunate feature the two works share is preposterous text. Paolo Pietroni's essay explaining the significance of the pictures is utterly lost on me, with his confusing and persistent mixed metaphor of the "complicity" of the "Hunter and the Prey". A minor annoyance is providing page numbers only on the few pages on which text appears. The index at the back of the book helpfully points readers to specific models on specific pages, but lots of page counting is needed to get from the number on a distant text page to an un-numbered image destination. Photo reproduction and paper stock are good quality and appropriate for the price.

Rating: 3 stars
Summary: nothing
Review: i think that be nice more if u can add more photo at beach that is all from me, thanx

Rating: 3 stars
Summary: nothing
Review: i think that be nice more if u can add more photo at beach that is all from me, thanx

Rating: 4 stars
Summary: Beautiful and erotic
Review: I've seen many albums covering erotic photography, and this one is one of the best. It's up there with Newton's and Kern's work. It's sexy, it's erotic, it's intriguing, and it'f full of real life, not some fabricated poses and stills. I recommend it to anyone, who's fan od excellent photograpfhy, beautiful women nad erotic feelings.

Rating: 5 stars
Summary: Great stylish photography
Review: If you want some beautiful, stylish, nude fashion photography, that is not too experiental and yet imaginative then, this is the right book for you. All in black & white and feature only supermodels, you have great bodies that are photographed in a fluid, very dynamic way, full of energy, not like some static conventional posts, yet still capturing the simple beauty of the human body. Fully recommended for enthusiasts of nude photography.


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