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A Manet-like estrangement in placeless bygone men, part Olympia part Lorenzo Lotto's portraits, a particular type of heat: the images constructed of the same overthick fabric the men painted of it wear, everything slightly plump, rounded, made of lips, you know just how that denim feels.