Naked Steel
Gunter Blum loved powerful women. Women who like a challenge. And women who like to challenge. In spite of Impossible odds, the lithe, improbably perfect bodies of his subjects seem to hold their own whether pitted against the vast chains, the gigantic cogs of brutal machines, or the inorganic symbols of the alien but strangely familiar environments in which these strong women play out their defiant fantasies.
Gunter Blum loved powerful women. Women who like a challenge. And women who like to challenge. In spite of Impossible odds, the lithe, improbably perfect bodies of his subjects seem to hold their own whether pitted against the vast chains, the gigantic cogs of brutal machines, or the inorganic symbols of the alien but strangely familiar environments in which these strong women play out their defiant fantasies.
Gunter Blum loved powerful women. Women who like a challenge. And women who like to challenge. In spite of Impossible odds, the lithe, improbably perfect bodies of his subjects seem to hold their own whether pitted against the vast chains, the gigantic cogs of brutal machines, or the inorganic symbols of the alien but strangely familiar environments in which these strong women play out their defiant fantasies.