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Carlos
Batts
Carlos
Batts' style lies somewhere in the chasm between fetish and gothic
photography, and yet it is unlike either of these two genres. It is
something entirely original to Carlos Batts and something that Arthur
Rimbaud might accomplish were he raised from the dead, trained in the art
of color photography, and forced to wear a walkman blaring Trent Reznor's
"Head Like a Hole" over and over again.
His book Crazy Sexy Hollywood is crafted in the classic Batts
tradition and is cram-packed with imagery so offbeat, so flavorful, so
amazingly hypnotic that it is sure to equal the success of his first book,
Wild Skin. As noted by publisher Matthias Reuss, "Batts transports us
to a Hollywood fraught with erotic contrasts, exciting bikini-clad girls,
nude devils, gorgeous transvestites, and shameless exhibitionists. Many of
his creative ideas are downright attacks against the conformist, bourgeois
tastes of the conservative masses. This book is for everyone who's open
and uninhibited, and who occasionally enjoys seeing eroticism in the arts
as an explosive mixture."
Once you pick up Wild Skin, Carlos' first book, you may not be able to put it
down. It sucks you in like MTV after a super-sized Jamaican spliff. A
dreamlike journey into the fiendish imagination of a ravishing talent, Wild
Skin is nothing less than totally spectacular. Oversized, overstuffed,
and immaculately printed, this is more than just a book - it's an
event.
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