Playing tracks by
John Shakespeare, Mario Nascimbene, Camille Sauvage, Eddie Warner, Alan Hawkshaw and more.
It was a combination suit of black leather, all very shiny and lined with white fur, which closed right up to the neck and fastened there at the wrists and ankles with straps and buckles. Rebecca had opened it wide (which mde it look like the hide of some huge beast newly flayed), then, legs first, she had climbed into it completely naked save for the little codpiece of transparent nylon over the triangle of her short hairs, and pulling upwards on the little tongue of the zip-fastener she had closed this dark sheath over her naturally brown body…
“Nothing is as soft as that,” she had said to herself while the blood rose to her head because of the heat and the soft tickling she felt over the entire stretch of her skin.
Andre Piere de Mandiargues, The Girl on the Motorcycle