Bring four dozen photographers together, and you have to expect that many visions. Ask four dozen people to describe femininity, and you might get twice as many answers. That's this book: when offered the title "Femmes", what image would you contribute?
Like anyone, I confess to my favorites. I find prettiness optional and beauty almost unavoidable. The woman/women fascinate/s me - not the lingerie or other kink. I warm to affection, even the more physical kinds. I enjoyed Gosbee's work, and Grace's, and Nelson's dotted lady (among others). Hyams's models exhibit a simple but almost superhuman beauty; Karsten's come across with strength, honesty, and a little goofiness. Mahaux's one photo across the fold approaches the models' nudity closely, showing individual uniqueness in narrow detail. It's just me, maybe, but that matters. Even identical twins differ, and I thrive on those differences. Some photographers I find vulgar - many of Roy Stuart's entries dropped below that line. I learn from some, including Sunderland's. Personality matters to me too; that's why Davis's pictures attracted me.
Some of this work appeals to me, some doesn't. There's a lot to enjoy here, and nothing (just barely) that I found offensive. If women's beauty matters to you, go ahead. You're sure to find something you like.
-- wiredweird