i just visited the met yesterday, and there's a pristine pink-grey sphinx of hatshepsut in the lobby. the information plaque says that after her reign, thutmose III went 'round and ordered all the statues of her to be smashed to pieces.
so i looked closer and, indeedy, there was the spiderwebbing of cracks where the statue had been reassembled after excavation. i felt charged, as if i'd just touched something really, really important, really majestic, really definitive in our history as a species.
yet that can't compare to what you must have felt shooting this set. they're gorgeous, hon. and looking at them makes me proud to be homo sapiens.
