One of the things we love most about Peter Coulson’s photography is his mastery over light and dark: his control of blacks and whites is so subtle and well-crafted that his subjects feel alive and present without needing a drop of color. The second thing we love about Coulson is his commitment to nipples.

Imagine that you’re photographer Peter Coulson for a moment (as we often do) and it’s 1997, and you have a model in front of you who is trying to seduce you through the lens. That’s the vibe we get from Anne Duffy’s shoot here: the hair, the slouchy translucent shirt, the slouchy background. Everything in the ’90s had a slouch, except our loins, which had excellent poise.

May as well go for the whole bridal body, while they’re at it. It’s a nice look — sheer white lace lightly shrouding the bared female form. It’s virginal innocence meets… potential.

And when she realizes her top has gone missing, she doesn’t skip a beat — for the show must go on! Deviously flashing boobies and leg in nothing but a tutu, she’s got us primed for a standing O. Maybe that’s not how the story always goes, but that’s what

Oh, this isn’t how you hang out in your house on Saturday? You’re clearly doing it wrong, then. Peter Coulson draped this model in Don Pezzano’s wearable art, made from scrap metal under the name Urbandon, handed her a cigarette, and let her stretch out. After this they’re going to