The Taste of Intrigue
Greg Gorman's Nudes
If lust had a sound, it would be the sharp inhale you provoke from a lover with your bare hands. It would be the gasp that tears free from your throat when they take back that power.
If instinct had a shape, it would be the negative space that disappears between two bodies, slick, sweet, and freeform, expressing tension and release in unison.
If freedom was a body, it would wrap its arms around you and bury its face in your neck. You could recognize its touch with your eyes closed, feel it before it came through the door.
You would pray you never live to see the day it leaves.
Intrigue tastes like a lover’s skin at 2 a.m., when things are new and only the slightest bit salty. The bitterness is still years out of sight, the sweat is still sexy, the bedhead still begging to be touched when dawn breaks.
If desire had a scent–
–oh, but it does. So does longing. So does hunger. So does weakness.
And if you were to trust anyone to capture all of this in an honest way, it would be wise to rely on Greg Gorman.
Gorman’s work is synonymous with rock and roll, and has graced spreads in Esquire, GQ, Life, Vogue, Newsweek, Rolling Stone, Time, and Vanity Fair, among many others. His nude photographs of celebrities, models, and friends are among our favorites nudes ever shot. They inspire us to ponder the capabilities of the human body, the magnetism of skin, and our own cravings for intense encounters.
See what they do for you.
