I have always envied the likes of Utamaro, Degas and Toulouse-Lautrec,
for their easy access to brothels. Apart from doing the obvious therein,
it is also meant that that they could set up any porno scene they liked
and paint it, too. No such like for a nicely bought up girl in
Kensington?
In a triumphant romp through some of the more eccentric backwaters of the British Sex Industry, that is both engaging and arousing, Sylvie explores the joys of the live-sex life class, of the swingers party, of working as "Cover Girl", for an up market sex magazine and of the odd exotic private commission. Sylvie uses her brush to the same devastating effect as her pen: the results are a book that is sexy, funny and charming.
Taken from Sylvie Jones' Sex Diary Erotic Print Society 2001
