"Les jambes de femmes sont des compas qui arpentent le globe terrestre en tout sens, lui donnant son équilibre et son harmonie" from the movie "L'homme qui aimait les femmes" from Francois Truffaut. My free translation: The legs of women are the compass which maps the terrestrial globe in every sense, providing its equilibrium and its harmony.

Look at the end of this short youtube video, which displays the beginning of the movie. youtu.be/0sucLXT6u0Y

This photo blog is obviously dedicated to my fetish, but in a broader sense it is dedicated to the beauty of women in every day life moments. Moments, which are normally not documented or archived. Moments a few pay attention too, moments lost forever, if not captured in a photo. In a naive sense, I wish that one day, one could look at that blog and see the zeitgeist, the fashion trends and how they changed over decades. But who knows, how old Flickr will get. Or how long it will take before this blog gets deleted.

I prefer to post series of photos. There is always a story hidden in these photos, a single photo normally does not justice to the character and beauty of a woman. And of course it's about her face. As strong as someone can be fixated on a specific aspect of a woman, how could we leave her gorgeous face out? In her face we find her story, her thrive, her motivation, her anxiety, her melancholy, her dreams and hopes.

I love to ask myself the question, what kind of woman is she? What is her character? What are her flaws, her strengths? How is it to drink a coffee with her? How is it to be her partner? To meet her in a bar and flirt with her?

For outsiders it is impossible to understand the allure a fetish like stockings or pantyhose means for us, who breath that obsession. A scene from the movie "The man who loved women" tells more about the depth of our fixation. A friend meets the protagonist and tells him, he has to show him something. It is a record of a sound. First the hero hears nothing, but then he gets it. A very specific sound, it is the sound of his wife crossing her stocking legs, the sound of sheerest nylon gliding over nylon. When you know what I am talking about, you will enjoy my photo blog.

youtu.be/fxE68cCjt_M