Okay . . . granted there's no skin here or any overtly sensual posing. But this photo of Godard muse Anna Karina is so lovely to me that the absent elements are simply of no concern.
Every night the same dream: I take her home from her babysitting gig, have sex with her, am tortured by French fascists or Algerian terrorists, forget which, then blow myself up on a Riviera beach. I love you, Anna...
No probs - I just close my eyes and I see her dancing around a pool table in "My Life to Live" (Which is still, for me, one of the sexiest images ever put on celluloid)
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Dunno, she kinda reminds me of my looney cousin in that shot. But that's just me. One of the great muses, tho. Karina, not my cousin. ;-)
BCNU
sir.. here is another from Anna that I found and I want share with you. http://www.flickr.com/photos/devoradoresdepernos/84213995/
Every night the same dream: I take her home from her babysitting gig, have sex with her, am tortured by French fascists or Algerian terrorists, forget which, then blow myself up on a Riviera beach. I love you, Anna...
Buck
No probs - I just close my eyes and I see her dancing around a pool table in "My Life to Live" (Which is still, for me, one of the sexiest images ever put on celluloid)
Looks like from the same shoot as the album cover:
http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B00000G60B.08.LZZZZZZZ.jpg
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