His team has really been working that deconstruction angle for a while now, it's only beginning to feel right. As optimistic as it is derivative, screwed up, hopeful, cheeky. An embrace of insanity, hysteria, women 'confuddled' by the very makings of femininity. Autobiographical, maybe; divisive, certainly. A visual compendium to the warning: be careful what you wish more, you just might get it. P.S. His thighs: amazing. P.S.S. Isn't Ravel's Bolero, just slightly, about 'work'?