Photography
The Semantic Void. (A Question of Friction) I printed Skin and Under in Italy, at Tipografia Sosso. The technicians handled the proofs — pages full of nudes — with the same ease they would have brought to a discussion of inks. We went in and out to check the proofs in sunlight, waving the large
During a four-day shoot, something was said — aimed at the only woman in a group of eight nude male models. I wasn’t there when it started. By the time I arrived, the men had closed ranks. Against Juan, I later gathered. At dinner I asked. Got only careful vagueness. The matter was theirs to
I photograph bodies. But not the way that phrase usually lands. A body is never just a body. It arrives already inscribed — by the culture it grew up in, the labor it performed, the gender it was assigned or chose, the food it ate, the sun it worked under, the touch it was or
I work with the body.Not to provoke, not to decorate, but to stay close to something honest. Today I had a conversation that quietly reminded me why this matters to me.A model told me he admired my work, but that full nudity wasn’t something he felt comfortable with. I respected that immediately. A body is
Bored of Very Serious Photography? Nothing on your skin. When I look at much of the “in-vogue” contemporary photography, I don’t feel rejection. I feel boredom. A deep boredom—not born of any intolerance for the new, but from the oppressive sense of recognizing the same script over and over, performed in the same flat voice,
Skin and Grace – Episode IThe Macho and the Muse Project Introduction I arrived in Cuba to meet five professional dancers, drawn to a grace I had known only through screens and fleeting digital fragments. I wanted to photograph their bodies, of course, but above all to capture what remains when movement stops: an inquiry
Archaeology of Future Ruins The Proto-Digital Proletariat Sometimes I think my models belong to a “proto-digital proletariat”: young men raised in a world where nudity is no longer taboo but currency, translated into tokens and likes on webcam platforms. A hyperconnected global underclass that has turned the body-image into its only capital in the ruthless
A Film? How the Idea Began The idea didn’t come from a storyboard or a pitch — it grew in the quiet spaces between photographs. The moments no one plans for. During shoots, I began noticing the in-between: the meals crowded around a table, the way a voice softened on the porch at dusk, the
Possession. Now He’s Mine (Only for the Shot!) What happens in the silent space between model and lens. It comforts me, it infects me—this sudden, surgical attraction.Not for the man, but for the way the light fractures along his ribs when he exhales. For the way his pupils swallow the room when he realizes I’m
Naked or Nude? Chiaroscuro, Not Chippendales Recently, I found myself in a familiar debate with the curator of my book—a man of sharp intellect and, as he readily confessed, old-school Southern propriety. I joked that his deep-South upbringing might explain his slightly puritanical take on nudity. His stance was firm: every nude image is inherently
