It's funny how we feel extremely close to Anthea and yet so very distant from her at the same time. Yes, we can practically taste the lollipop that she holds above her gumdrop nipples and our hands feel caked with the tennis court dust on her ass, yet she's in France in good weather and we have no idea what that's like anymore.
Sunlight, sports, shoes with no socks? Anthea might as well be Martian as far as we're concerned. You can say we're not empathetic enough to appreciate this shoot, and you're probably right; our libidos are buttoned-up in North Face parkas and Anthea isn't wearing anywhere near enough Gore-Tex to play in our fantasies.
· Via Fashionography (fashionography.net)