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Kiss me I kiss you
Kiss me I kiss you
I've been told about you
I've been waiting for you
And the air's thin...

Underworld - Moaner

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Jude Marion10-Nov-2006 13:32
Gorgeous SP, Niall. I love that goldeny late day light - such richness and warmth. There is a defiance in your pose, but a slight vulnerability (hand to neck, as if you are supporting stance)

(Can't wait for the second installment of Rod's tale!)
Chris19-Oct-2005 03:25
Good stuff, Jedi GMV
Stu15-Oct-2005 02:08
That'll be the Jarvis Cocker look, then ;)
Ana Carloto O'Shea14-Oct-2005 15:47
The light is so beautiful here Niall!!! Wow!
I shouldn't have read Rod's comment before writing mine :)) I think Jude is right... One would need a shower after this one.
Amazing background supporting this SP. And well, I think that you always look like you are totally in control in your portraits, so I believe that this one is no different.
Despite the low light, your face still looks very expressive.
antje kroeger photograpie14-Oct-2005 12:29
no more shadows...giggle...
jude13-Oct-2005 22:58
Okay.. I need a cold shower after reading Rod's comment/story/erotica
Autumn Sky13-Oct-2005 15:12
Gives (me) the sense of pending brawl. Body language looks tough but also the camera's perspective with you looking down. I like the warm tones and unique composition. Nice to see your work from time to time.
Gilles Navet13-Oct-2005 11:20
A chaque fois je te rate mais toi tu te rates pas !!!
un sublime SP,
Bravo - V
Guest 13-Oct-2005 11:04
It was that searing glint of satan rolling back from the sheets of amber dawn.Calculating.Penetrating.He had me all night.But that wasn't enough for the devil's insatiable desire.He would take me again without question.My groan rumpled exhausted from the curling surf of ivory satin wrapped captive beneath him.It was hopeless to beg for mercy.The sighs and sweat permeated the nest like napalm.Firing his nostrils wider as a bull in rutting season.The autumn and my flesh like discard leaf fluttering on opposite faces of the window condensation.His stubble grazing the groans from my lips.As I clutched madly at the loins of his robe.It was insane.We surely would never leave Paris ;-0 (V!)
Guest 13-Oct-2005 01:49
Beautiful work Niall. Warm light, shadows, expression, composition.
jude13-Oct-2005 00:22
This SP expresses warmth and maybe even a bit of heat... it's evident in the last-of-day sun coming in through the window.. silhouetting the chandelier ... moving shadows across your face. It's evident in the look you give.. what's read in your eyes.