I’m convinced the mysterious people behind Met Art manufacture their stunning models in a research facility buried underground somewhere in Eastern Europe. Like their new model Kristina here, who, I’m sure, is being trained as a contract assassin (come to think of it this might make for a decent Philip K. Dick novel). It’s not even her body so much—as nice as it is—there’s just something about her overall… affect. Beautiful? Innocent? That’s what we’re supposed to think. (Gallery at Met Art)