Dozens of photos of careless girlhood. They are the images of her youth. Taken before the camera had shaped her figure with its demands. Before her body had fully blossomed its womanly curves. Before she was familiar with the thrill of posing naked for strange men.
And in a way, they are Dina at her best. Pure, innocent, untouched, unforced, casual, natural, simple, erotic, girlish, and whimsical. They show her as she truly is, in all her youthful splendor, enjoying her powers and her beauty.
But who is her friend? Are these the only images we will ever have of her! O tell us there are more! For she is truly a delight to behold. Her captious almond-shaped eyes, her tempting ruby lips, and those pointy little breasts that cry for kissing and stroking. Newly emerged from the shower, she steps into our hearts.
These photos emanate a vibrant, wonderful energy, and looking at them you can imagine what it must have been like at this shoot. Dina and her friend, new to the erotic arts, never before naked in front of others, frightened, excited, playful. It takes a little coaxing to get their clothes off, but once the fun begins, the results are sheer magic. Dina pours a cup of milk down her front, it curls over her breast tips, down her tan stomach, dripping through her pubic hairs and down her spindly legs. She holds a bowl of fruit before between her open legs. She nibbles the grapes. She lays on the couch and feigns ecstasy. Ah, a star is born!
Looking at these images is like looking at the juvenilia of a famous model. For members, Dina is a legend. Her naturalistic images, alone and with others, typify the exotic and fragile beauty of the models on Met Art. In these early shots, we see Dina at her finest. We see her as we like her, young and innocent. We see her as she likes us to see her, virgin and eager.
