This is what I see when I think of Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec: a black corset, a red bow and beautiful bare buttocks. Lautrec loved women. I mean he really loved women. He made his most beautiful work when he painted women. He took a good look at them. And they allowed that, even in intimate situations. He drew them at the doctor, making love and making their toilet. That meant that they trusted him and rightly so because he primarily portrayed women as vulnerable and never as vulgar.