by David Hamilton

by David Hamilton

Then she crept into my waiting arms, radiant, relaxed, caressing me with her tender, mysterious, impure, indifferent, twilight eyes — for all the world, like the cheapest of cheap cuties. For that is what nymphets imitate — while we moan and die.
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (1955)
Interview with a vampire, 1994

Interview with a vampire, 1994

Dominique Swain

Dominique Swain

But you aren't a nymphet.

At 20 years old, I’m not a nymphet anymore :/

Kate Moss for Glamour Magazine by Ellen Von Unwerth (1992)

Kate Moss for Glamour Magazine by Ellen Von Unwerth (1992)