A friend showed me this book while visiting the local book mega store. It bears little resemblance to Oscar Wilde's actual classic novel, even symbolically, except on that symbolic level preferred by dilletantes today known as "superficiality." I have seen the work of many so-called "starving artists," men and women of low incomes yet rich in talent. It is almost heartbreaking, watching them try to break into the almost impenetrable world of fine-arts photography publishing. Karl Lagerfeld, on the other hand can buy his way into the art photography world. But he can not buy talent. There was once a time when women were portrayed as sexy and alluring, WITH curves, such as the legendary Alberto Vargas painted them. That's the problem with the fashion world today: Women are shorn of their femininity in order to please a warped minority, who'd rather they look like 13 year old boys.