Cement flowers flout and sprout on Sunset Boulevard. Powered by the rock star fantasy, deflowered by the love of art, these young innocent ROSES become clutching vines in twisted poses. From anonymous groupie bedrooms to Hollywood backstage feats by way of their idols’ crumpled bed sheets, these ORCHID women awaken, leaving a scent of skin, night and caresses in their wake. Petals and thrills under the frills. In the dip of an ankle, like a fragrance of finely worked LEATHER, scratched with tales by the nails of guitar gods. A captivating, alienating trail without fail… Between romanticism and decadence.
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