Behind the glass, a creature moves very slowly.... Doll, Object of desire, Woman...
The illusion appearing on this freezing winter day so alluring that time slowed it's frenetic pace to stand still. And the street bustling with hectic shoppers receded far in the Manhattan background, silenced by the vision of Beauty: Cold, hot, so close that you could see the grain of her alabaster skin and taste the sweetness of her scent. Unreachable, tantalising, self-contained, commanding, Woman...
Cold, Hot.... ©Nuit d'Or 2013