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Sandfly: A long time ago, on a voyeur's web far far away, came a vicarious force of both devilment and joy.

Deny it, you would in the illumination of day, but revell in its artistry by night, you do - this emissary of your wicked hopes, this Dark Lord of the Dunes, this Sandfly.

And now, another episode to this exclusive saga, more scenes from your most wonderful dreams, played out in font of the Fly.

Epic he is, and though the haters may strike him down, each time he rises again more powerful than before. More energised with that ineffable Force by which he drifts the dunes and sees the sights.

Through 15 years of rogueish shenanigans the Sandfly rolls, and into another sun-drenched bacchanalian illusion he glides, drunk on honey-dripped flesh kissed by diamond suns, blissed-out by the transformations of everyday femmes into beach-goddesses, swinging his camera like a saber of light, feeling that force, embracing the bright, relishing the dark purpose of his wicked delight.

There are stories about what happened, about him. It's true, all of it. There has been an awakening. Can you feel it?

The Sandfly: He's calling to you.

Just let him in...