glossy curves

There's always something good in the bad. At least almost always, and I believe in this case for sure!

The bad:

Several  weeks ago I got a lumbago: heavy pain in the back that made me walking  like an old grumpy man, almost incapable to get up from the bed or a  chair. I already had this two times before when I was in Barcelona,  where I knew a fantastic masseuse, a kind of esoteric, spiritual woman  with hands that work wonders: a few hours after her treatment all pain  was gone and I felt like 20 again. Well, almost ;-)

But now I am  in Málaga and had to search for somebody to repair my back. Searching  for a massage is not an easy task: googles programmers think about  completely different things when they write the algorithms to find a  massage therapist. I tried to search with all kind of search words and  looked through a pile of, well, more or less nice women who instead of a  list of therapies showed the female charms they maybe had some years  ago.

Finally I decided for a place that offered physiotherapy  with a promising text about back pains and "magic hands" - which should  probably have made me skeptical, but obviously I am a bit naive  sometimes - and my back hurt.

Well, you can imagine what  happened: instead of applying a relieving massage that woman (wearing a  white doctors coat and nothing else, as I discovered soon) smeared a ton  of cheap oil ("Johnson's baby oil") all over me and then, pointing to  my middle, asked with a smile that should have been seductive, if I want  her really magic hands now or later.

When I said, that my right  hand for sure does it better - and for free - even the last bit of her  fake smile disappeared and I lost all hope for bettering my back. I went  home feeling like a slippery fish and stood a felt hour under  the shower to get rid of that coat of petrochemistry that didn't absorb  into my skin: probably better for my health...

But here's the good:

The  idea of taking photos of a beautiful girl covered all over with a  non-absorbed, shiny coat of oil and water that turns into beautiful  drops instead of just flowing off was burned into my brain. Anya is one  of three girls that I photographed in that condition.

I am still  experimenting. Using more or less oil, maybe other liquids... it depends  on the occasions and also on the models, of course. You'll see it here!