To know Alice Goodwin is to know love. Well, to know the love of some faptastic funbags on a raven haired Brit beauty. I'm not really sure how you even describe love beyond that. It's my definition at least.
Appearing quite simply, frontally, and boobtastically bare in Zoo magazine, Alice and her hefty chest puppies prove that you don't need lots of staging and styling, let alone wardrobe, to make a lasting artistic impression on your eyeballing audience. No need for profound metaphors here, just outstanding yams. I feel like a kid in a toy store except that's not model airplanes capturing my attention. Alice, you are ever so passion inducing. Huzzah!