I'd love you to read a few passages from it.

Right.

A photograph is inherently, seductively unknowable.

It obscures as much as it reveals.

Our instinct is to pick apart the moment, to impose a narrative.

And although we can look and invent and think we know what's happening, it will never entirely yield its secrets.

I've always been fascinated by this photograph, its sensuality, its enigmatic sophistication.

Which sources were most revealing?