Baudelaire wrote: "There is an invincible taste for prostitution in the heart of man, from which comes his horror of solitude. He wants to be 'two'. The man of genius wants to be 'one'... It is this horror of solitude, the need to lose oneself in the external flesh, that man nobly calls 'the need to love'." In these photos I imagined Jacqueline as Baudelaire's hired muse, the woman he needed to love, a prostitute off the streets who could inspire his mordant poetry....




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