It's hard to find Hamilton's '70s soft-focus erotica these days--- we're so much more moral now, and the moralistas are always ready to unleash mobs with torches and pitchforks and chant the dread P-word ("paedophilia") at Hamilton's work--- "Sisters", say, or "Dreams of a Young Girl", or "Summer at St. Tropez". But let's just say that forty years ago Hamilton had a perfect eye for young beauty, for dreams and awakenings. We've allowed soft-focus, dreamy erotica like Hamilton's to simultaneously be dismissed as cliched and reviled as dangerous and morally evil...and that says nothing good about culture here in the Year Eleven. The photos are lovely and romantic and sexy, and they do have that melancholy sense of lost youth and lost dreams. I find these photos--- find Hamilton's 1970s work in general ---to be deeply sexy and well-done, and I'll make no apologies for it.
It is so sad that this photographer's entire body of work has been relegated the hidden shelves of a society that wishes to control our minds and bodies. I am really happy to be so much closer to death than I am to birth. Unless we loose our obsession with religion we are doomed to the fulfillment of the book of revelations. But as Dr. Carl Saga said "We would be naive to believe that we are the final intelligent life form to evolve on the face of the earth." My only problem with his observation is his assumption that we are an intelligent life form.