There’s Nothing You and I Won’t Do

I have a new crush on Lane Reed, pictured here with Abby Lindsay Werdenschlag. But I need to get in line, honey, because so do about 50 of the women at the reunion. Lane is one of the reasons I have something to put on this blog now, but I won’t post everything he photographed. About six of the pictures in his collection are just breasts. You read that right: they are clothed, but they are breasts alone, isolated from the faces and other body parts. It’s the same dehumanizing ploy you often seen in advertisements that feature disembodied features of women to sell cars or liquor...

Wait a second: never mind that crush. I have a letter to write.