There's something deeply affecting about the poster campaign for the new perfume from YSL. It's not the gaze of the actress modelling which transfixes; rather, it's the fact that attention is drawn to her hands which have been dipped in purple paint.
I suddenly see why Baudrillard insists that the slender and lively hands of women are of greater symbolic and seductive beauty than their eyes or hidden sexual organs.
I suppose that's why nothing gives greater pleasure than to stroll hand-in-hand, or be gently masturbated by a girl with delicate fingers.
