Sometimes I feel I'm an anachronism. I'm no Luddite. I have half a dozen computers running at any time, I run an on-line radio station. I keep up to date on the latest scientific advancements, drive a modern, fuel efficient car. I'm carbon neutral. I'm very much a part of the 21st century.

And yet...

I have a 1938 Philco upright radio which I keep in a room with nothing made after 1960 in it. I'll turn it on and listen to the classical station while reading books a century old. I am an historian, and I often find myself in a fugue state, forgetting the present and reliving a past I never experienced.

And I don't get modern feminine fashion.

The shaving, the anorexic models, the dyeing, the tattoing, the piercing... It's all very foreign and unattractive to me, and it's often declared that *my* tastes are somehow unnatural.

I'm lucky. Despite the odds against me, I found what I was looking for. A voluptuous beauty who would have been the belle of any Victorian ball, or the lauded subject of an Impressionist's brush. I find myself wanting to present her, to show the world what it's lost.

To say, "See! This was once beautiful. Do you truly not think so anymore?"

It may be a futile gesture. But perhaps there are people out there, so jaded by the current standards of beauty yet unfamiliar with something different, who may come by and exclaim, "Ah! That's what I've been missing." Or maybe there are others like me out there, more and more disheartened in the search, who come to my gallery and feel vindicated.

This gallery is for them, and everyone else. Thank you for visiting.