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Today's "Ass du Jour " is a high contrast photograph, in subdued shades of gray, set against the brilliant white light of the sun. Even the sun's glory doesn't compare to the well-articulated curves of the pomme derrière on display, whose depth and three-dimensonality are perfectly captured in the transition of light across its curvature.
The effulgent crimson lingerie, inept at its Herculean task of containing an ass that knows only liberty, provides a stark departure from the chilled tones of the rest of the image. Its inviting warmth reminds us that the ass itself isn't merely an edifice on display. It is not an artwork to be admired from afar. It is a thing like any other, to be pursued, obtained, used and spent like a well-worn life, consumed, and ultimately cultivated to preserve the legacy of ass itself.