What happened to appreciating pure aesthetics?  My problem with Americans: If you can't wear it, use it or sit on it... you say, fuck it.  Why isn't aesthetic pleasure a commodity?  Why do people prefer to look at beige walls?  Why can't people see the value of a line or a curve or chiaroscuro?  There was  a time in my life where I valued my optical experience over all else.  It was the best part of my life.  I can't imagine a life without a visual feast.

Daria Endresen

I'm really kind of diggin' this photographer's style.  Her name is Daria Endresen.  She is a digital artist/photo-manipulator that works out of Oslo, Norway and Paris, France.  Oddly similar to one of my favorite painters,  Odd Nerdrum.   See more at her website