gah. I wish I had a better way to tell you how this made me feel, but I only have little fragmented thoughts right now. I hope you'll interpret my meaning in a favorable light.
There's a dream quality to this, and something that feels like an echo to past masters, but at the same time it feels very real and solid to me.
Their eyes, and the fact that they won't/can't/aren't looking at each other, as well as their flawed skin, and the fact that I can't really tell who the prositute is--so very haunting.