There's a strange phenomenon out there, perhaps you're aware of it too. All over the world, beautiful women are doing...nothing. Maybe they'll show up briefly in a cosmetics ad, or in a tongue-in-cheek bit part that calls for a bodacious, almost excessively beautiful woman. Bimbo # 3, the credits might glancingly call them. Maybe they'll make fun of themselves on reality shows for has-beens and washed up 70's B-listers. Whatever inconsequential or insulting gig they manage to score, at the end of the day, it all amounts to...nothing. It's as if no one knows what to do with such beauty anymore. Are there any movies being made that call for a statuesque, stunning woman? Most scripts these days seem to require small, elfin little girl-women. Are there any artists creating timeless, sensuous odalisques that can only be modeled for by the most voluptuous of women? Modern art is rife with abstract nonsense that tries hard not to represent anything, let alone beauty. Even the world of modeling has gravitated toward boyish, grim looking models with no hips or breasts to speak of. So this is where we come in, and where photographers like Walter Bosque manage to light a candle in the darkness. In this simple set of Zahyra, Walter shows us that, when the world has run out of uses for beauty, at least there are photographers who see the value in capturing a woman's unique, ephemeral and inspiring loveliness, just for it's own sake. There's no need for excuses, no moral sanction required, no self-deprecation or shame allowed - just the sheer enjoyment of looking at one of nature's most delightful creations in all her glory.