among gilt chairs and crucifixes hang above the teddy bears. But the women's pouting attitudes are borrowed straight from a mixture of Nuts and Hello magazines: a tension located somewhere between 'Come and fuck me' and 'Do have a look around my lovely home'. The style is bordello chic and by no means confined to Mexico.

Rossell's pictures are worth looking at for the lurid fantasy that seems to grip both photographer and subject. Whether they make a political point, as some reviewers in Spain and Mexico are anxious to claim, is more doubtful. They may be a freak-show, but, contrary to the notion that Rossell is 'insistently critical', my eye can detect no moral outrage behind the photographer's lens.

Mockery may just possibly be there, but the rich and stupid will never be laughed out of office.

Ricas Y Famosas (Rich and Famous), photographs by Daniela Rossell, published by Duckworth £20.