Leeward Islands of Curvy Hips

Mars's landscape of undergarments and smoke ring snapshots are full of teenage angst and contradictions as well as aesthetic.  I also get a feeling that they are a kind of code, or at least capable of subliminal messaging.  Why do brassieres and girdles make me want to climb a mountain, perhaps its the sundown stamp.  For me the sublime contradiction of hemming in a body and blowing smoke rings with a mop of wonderful untamed hair, at a jaunty angle, fits perfectly.

Thank you, Mars!