31 mai 2009

Chaude, la Fête des Mères 2009 ! Hot Mothers Day in Paris !

Chaude, très chaude, la Fête des Mères 2009 au BHV Hôtel de Ville!

Combien d'enfants offriront de la lingerie sexy à Maman ? Et si c'est leur époux ou compagnon qui passe à l'action, ne sera-t-il pas soupçonné de corrompre l'esprit de cette fête familiale ?

A moins que le message ne soit : "Mère, Maman, Mamour,
tu restes une femme de désir, une femme désirable et désirante".

Intéressant, confortant, réconfortant.


Photos : Thierry Follain
Reproduction permise avec mention du nom de l'auteur.

16 mai 2009

Manara, à la recherche des filles perdues

Milo Manara, femme au papillon - Blog with a ViewMinos Manara, chantre des longues filles
et de l'érotisme chaleureux, exacerbé, debridé.

Milo Manara, femme et homme invisible - Blog with a ViewUne bouffée délirante, désirante, dans un monde toujours plus
normalisé, lissé, cadré.

Mino Manara, fille et homme dominant - Blog with a View
Milo Manara, femme indienne nue - Blog with a View

French suburban street fashion

Two girls from south-west suburbs
at a parisian bus stop.

Young mother with a baby in a pram.

Photos : Thierry Follain (c)

monica bellucci vs. the common man

Man lonely caught in
Monica Bellucci's "rondeurs sublimes".

Paris, Gare de Lyon, May 09.

photo : Thierry Follain (c)

6 mai 2009

Ian Rankin, John Rebus : Toe to Top

In two occurences, Ian Rankin's Inspector Rebus comes to eye contact with a young woman through ankle level's view. Not a bad point of view.

" The cigarette was tucked behind his right hear, and he pawed at it, not quite catching it as it fluttered to the ground, against sending it rolling. Stooped, eyes down, Rebus started following, and almost collided with a pair of legs. The cigarette had come to rest against the pointed toe of a gloss-black, ankle-high stiletto. The legs above the shoes were covered in ripped black fishnet tights. Rebus stood up straight. The girl could have been anything from thirteen to nineteen years old. Dyed black hair lay like straw against her head, Siouxsie Sioux style. Her face was deathly white, the eyes and lips painted black. She was wearing a black leather jacket over layers of gauzy black material. 'Did you slash your wrists?" she asked, staring at his bandages."

Ian Rankin - A question of blood, 2003

"Two dancers emerged from behind a curtain and started working the room. Hard to say if they've been giving private dances or taking a cigarette break. One started to approach Rebus, her smile evaporating as he shook his head. The barman asked him what he was drinking.
'I'm not,' he said. 'Just need to borrow your lighter.' A pair of high heel had stopped in front of him. Their owner wriggled her way down until she was at eye level with him. Rebus broke off lighting his cigarette long enough to tell her he needed a word.
'I've a break coming in five minutes,' Molly Clark said. She turned towards the barman. 'Ronnie, give my friend here a drink.'
'Fine,' Ronnie answered, 'but it's coming out of your wages.'
She ignored him, stretching herself upright again and treading gingerly towards the other end of the bar."

Ian Rankin - The naming of the dead, 2006