Heather Corinna Though Laura Ashley has previously denied the existence of her first born son, this photo shows us everything -- really, everything -- she's been trying to keep locked in the linen closet.
	Jim Buck Remember in The Andromeda Strain when Kate Reid -- looking like an older, heavier Velma from Scooby-Doo -- is trying to work up a vaccine to this epidemic, and she's looking through all the viral samples, and they're cycling through the computer, and finally she gets to the crucial one, the one that's seen no growth, and the screen's flashing red, and it's all, like, "NO GROWTH, NO GROWTH," but of course, the flashing red lights have induced a petit mal seizure in little Ms. Reid and she's helpless to move or do anything but stare out at the monitor through big clunky glasses? That's how I feel when I see this picture.
	John Calendo Another post-Modern masterpiece -- this one co-opting the vocabulary of the French Impressionists. The reclining model, who eyes us with such worldly candor, seems a direct quote from Manet's Olympia -- that outrage of 1865 where a visually obvious prostitute was substituted for the Goddess Venus. Venus was usually idealized in a generically pretty way, but in Manet's painting, a very real flesh-and-blood woman assumes the iconic Goddess position. So what we have in our amateur photo is something of a boy Goddess and something of a vaguely bored courtesan . I also see Matisse in the wallpaper, in the contrast between the stark expanse of flesh and the busy disintegrating patterns going off everywhere. What a feast for the eye! And have you checked out that dick!
	David K What none of you realize is that this guy is only two inches tall! You're looking deep into the interior of a Faberge egg. (How'd they do that?!)