The sun had not yet risen, but the splendour in the East, lighting the sky with wondrous colourings of gold and crimson and green, announced the speedy coming of that god which many of the inhabitants of Baalbek still worshipped. The temples and palaces of the city took their tints from the flaming sky, and Haziddin, the ambassador, thought he had never seen anything so beautiful, notwithstanding the eulogy Mahomet himself had pronounced upon his own metropolis of Damascus.

Now her fingers began to unbutton the ivory studs that ran slantwise across the chest of his kurta.

[…] there are ladylike looks from Dior and Lanvin sitting alongside more rock’n’roll (and eye wateringly expensive) Balenciaga and Balmain pastel leather bombers and luxe denims.

Contributors to Posthuman Bodies, edited by Judith Halberstam and Ira Livingston, offer futuristic looks at queers, trans-genders, postgenders, and automated teller machines,