When Maurice Renoma has fun, it’s always with the affluence of vice. For all that, there’s no way of showing them in the raw. Renoma loves what is classy. And when he enters the cage of the playroom’s cesspool or those of illicit loves, there’s no need for spinet. These pictures are easily digested. Because the photographer has fun and entertains us with these “women at risk”. So that the film noir becomes a cocktail party: there’s Buster Keaton as in “Black dahlia”. The crooks play the hit-man. Next to them are Irises, messengers of the gods. But they don’t...
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