This book is hard to explain.
It has been many things before it came to rest at what it is: a documentation of transhuman bodies, an exploration of body modification, a collection of fictional movie characters, a look at future sex, a whole lot of masked men. It is now none (and maybe also all) of them. I’ve used silly strung together phrases to attempt to describe it. It is “pseudo” a lot of things. Porn. Portraiture. Science Fiction. Cyberpunk. Noir. Fetish. Fantasy. Violence. It is all of these things. It is that throaty whisper. It is orange mesh. It is crash and burn. It is DIY. It is occasional romance. It is the 90’s. It is the moment when you are yelling “make out!” at the TV (and they do). It is what happens when you say “Hey, I’ve gotten a book deal and it’s gonna get weird and be hard to explain and would you like to donate your body to the cause?” (and they do).