sexposures EDITIONS +


E.

you won’t know what you’re getting
that’s the point
TEN POLAROIDS - E.
195

each package contains 10 Polaroids of E., carefully curated —
every set is one-of-a-kind and will never be repeated

  • original fujifilm instax wide format
  • (photo size: 108 × 86 mm / 4.25 × 3.39 in)
  • each polaroid is hand-signed and marked with its edition number
  • sealed in an envelope
  • includes a personal message from the artist

📦 limited to just 25 sets
🌍 worldwide shipping available

treskow's note


this time, it’s all about polaroids
from my shoot with E., I’ve created a limited edition of original instax wide prints — selected from a pool of 20 unique photographs

once they’re gone, they’re gone
no reprints
no duplicates
only the instant magic — captured once & kept forever
PICTURE THAT:


naked, veiled, unflinching

fishnet arms, heels like blades

red light licks the room

not a pose — a reckoning

PICTURE THAT:


legs crossed but nothing about her is closed

red light sculpts her like a confession in slow motion

fishnet sleeves fall like shadows across bare skin

she isn’t hiding she’s daring you to see

PICTURE THAT:


arched back against the table like a flame held still

crosses dangle where sin and beauty blur

the mirror catches her but never contains her

she leans back — unbothered, unowned, untamed

PICTURE THAT:


body framed in velvet and flame

fingers on the edge of a ritual undone

the room holds its breath

and she doesn’t flinch — she commands

PICTURE THAT:


knees in silk sheets

spine arched like a silent crescendo

hair falling, heels waiting

she isn’t asking — she already knows

PICTURE THAT:


legs casually crossed like she owns the room

nothing on but heels and a bit of mischief

the book hides her face but not her mood

she’s not reading — she’s watching you read her

PICTURE THAT:


red light traces every curve like temptation made flesh

a cross hangs low where faith and desire collide

hips tilted in quiet defiance

she doesn’t raise her arms in surrender — but in power

PICTURE THAT:


hips framed in red like an altar on fire

hands linger where permission ends

a rosary undone reimagined as provocation

she doesn’t pray — she dares

PICTURE THAT:


back arched like a question with no answer

red light spills across skin like silk on fire

heels hang off the edge of restraint

she leans away but holds the whole room in her silence

PICTURE THAT:


naked in velvet and shadow

one leg draped like a question never asked

lace ears raised like a warning or a game

the old painting watches but she doesn’t care

I am all ears
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