In the Flesh

In the Flesh, photo essay by Leslie Searles

In the night, nostalgia appears – it is the moment when memories appear. Men are alone and jet there is no loneliness. The presence of women accompanies them. It is a suggested presence, almost a suspicion. They expose their skin, opening their sensuality to the lens, like an exposed nerve: ready for enjoyment or pain.

(by Leslie Searles)