The Body

Feast your eyes on Ludivine Sagnier, in Swimming Pool. Yet feast in a detached, critcal way - to feast without reserve would be crass.




Does the Dandy let the Body or the Mind rule?

"The Mind, to be sure!" You shout with conviction.

Consider the wonderful paradox of allowing one's Mind to rule: one's body becomes beautiful. It becomes svelte, airy, smouldering, elegant - through studied neglect. This 'neglect' is not slothful inactivity, nor crass, excessive eating, but a conscious decision to rise above the nagging regularity of such base insticts as hunger.

My 'high' vision is to let my Mind reign and, in studiously ignoring my Body, my Body will smack of sexy neglect. I yearn to escape the suburban consumption prison.