Allemand also has a penchant for the syntax of emotion: the suggestion of a cold wind, a sideways glance or the composition of warring bodies conjures up a sense of melancholy, wistfulness or beatitude out of the noise of colour and bold sexuality. His narratives are as flowing and sensual as his forms, as though lifted from comics, a Russ Meyer film or even Baise-Moi; these girls require none of the frothy lifestyle porn Sex and the City dithers around neurotically. 

These girls are the embodiment of the soul of modern cities: complex, streetwise characters with a firm grip on destiny who command every inch of the frame so slyly that objectification shirks in their wake like a withering male ego. Yes, the female gaze may still be misaligned and a distinct lack of dangling appendages is palpable; but with everyday goddesses such as Allemand's being produced, at least we're staggering tipsily towards some kind of enlightenment"