I’m an ordinary guy.
What happens in front of my camera is real, unscripted, raw.
Girls, some local, others just passing through, come to my apartment, feeling both nervous and curious. They strip down, not just their clothes, but the layers that make them untouchable.
What starts as a conversation shifts into something more primal.
I look for imperfections, not polished fantasies.
I seek the messiness of real life, the genuine tension. I’m after the unexpected, unsettling, and extraordinary.
I guide the moment, each Polaroid captures a shift, a power dynamic, an unrepeatable encounter.
The intimacy is real.
The girl becomes both herself and something else. In that space between, something undeniably intense happens.
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As you hold the only existing copy of this photograph, you become part of an unspoken voyeurism.
It’s not just a picture, it’s your invitation into a private world you were never meant to see.
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Fluidfluid | French photographer, exposing the raw, one frame at a time.
What happens in front of my camera is real, unscripted, raw.
Girls, some local, others just passing through, come to my apartment, feeling both nervous and curious. They strip down, not just their clothes, but the layers that make them untouchable.
What starts as a conversation shifts into something more primal.
I look for imperfections, not polished fantasies.
I seek the messiness of real life, the genuine tension. I’m after the unexpected, unsettling, and extraordinary.
I guide the moment, each Polaroid captures a shift, a power dynamic, an unrepeatable encounter.
The intimacy is real.
The girl becomes both herself and something else. In that space between, something undeniably intense happens.
-----
As you hold the only existing copy of this photograph, you become part of an unspoken voyeurism.
It’s not just a picture, it’s your invitation into a private world you were never meant to see.
-----
Fluidfluid | French photographer, exposing the raw, one frame at a time.