Curves are what separate women from men. I like the curve of the bust, the curve of the hip, the curve behind the knee, the curve from the shoulder to the neck. These, to me, are extremely sensual. When I was a child, I used to watch my mum apply perfume — I noticed them then, and once you do, they become ever so much more apparent in every woman you know. Each woman’s curves are unique. Every one treats her body in her own way — there are certain parts that she caresses, that mean something to her. It’s amazing to witness this, as a man looking on.
The 1950s body shape, Ava Gardner, Marilyn Monroe: these are who I think of when I envisage a woman. When I sit and sketch, it’s always an hourglass silhouette. If you look at men’s magazines, the women have accentuated curves. If you show a man a selection of cars, he’ll always pick the sporty red one. The curvy woman is the sporty red car of the female world. This may sound gratuitous, but actually it’s totally primal.