It's a great pity that we hadn't thought of this one ourselves. Walking the streets of Paris armed with only a camera and a bucketfull of bravado, the author has one simple request for the ladies he meets. To show him their hooters. The result is a string of naturally stunning women in real situations a million miles from Reader's Wives. Just remember, tell everyone it's art and give thanks - for the mammaries - to respected and usually non-perv lensman Marc Riviere.