Her pictures are not overstated; they're artful, and perhaps because I can't read the words that go with them, entrancing. ...A window into another world. And, necessarily, a closed window. I periodically look at the journals of friends-of-my-friends, but this has a categorically different feel. There's an element of voyeurism, an element of art, and an element of news.
I don't have anything profound to say about this, just an observation that Lliquida exists. Perhaps it marks me as a creature from the early days of the Internet that peering into a strangers public journal still feels a little like peeking through the fence into their back yard.