Lizzy Gun appears to us backwards in the mirror or upside-down on the coffee table, bounces again in Giovanni Lipari's camera, gets splayed out and reorganized by your computer, is flipped a final time by your eyeballs, and lands in your brain where God knows what happens to her. Despite all this distance between the real Lizzy and ourselves, we feel bizarrely close to her.
What is it that makes this so? Her Girl Next Door looks? Her comforting smile? That bodacious ass in that thong? It must be the ass: it doesn't matter how many times you flip, invert, break down, or reflect a fine butt, for it always jiggles its way into the pleasure centers of your mind.
· Purple Diary (purple.fr)
· Via In The Raw (itr2010.org)