Pino Daeni’s depiction of beautiful women is glorious. His women are stunning, each having that something which can be roughly translated to ‘I was created to break your heart’.
I find Pino’s women lovable because of their expression rather than their partial nudity. All beautiful bodies look the same, but every beautiful face is unique.
If I would meet any of these women on the street, I would toss my hat, burn my books, and fall in love. Madly.
Pino died in 2010. He was born in Italy but lived mostly in the US, where besides painting, he illustrated book covers and movie posters.
And no, I have not made love with myself while creating this post, nor do I plan to after publishing it. I am not like that. I will go eat soup thinking of my story, and then do the dishes wearing my hat. Really.