Sexperimental began as a need to make something real—something physical. A personal form of storytelling. Each copy is unique, handcrafted, and shaped by the unpredictable rhythm of the creative process.
It started in hotel rooms. These in-between spaces—temporary, anonymous—turned into makeshift studios, cinematic backdrops, places to improvise. I wanted the book to carry that same energy, so I began weaving in hotel stationery, scribbled notes, and hidden elements tucked between pages.
There’s no single way to experience Sexperimental. It’s meant to be handled, interpreted, explored. The texture of the paper, the scent of ink, the weight of the materials—they’re all part of how the story unfolds. Each page is a scene, a fragment, a moment suspended.
Every reader becomes part of that process. Curating their own version. Like the moments behind the lens, no two copies are ever the same.
— read slowly I am watching you
Let them guess who’s in control.
— come closer, no closer
Photographer: A secret - until the shutter clicks.
heels digging into the floor
one knee on the sheets
one hand gripping the chair
she is not crawling
she is claiming
I am a photographer because I want to orchestrate something I myself desire to see things I don’t see in my everyday life
I want people to feel things they haven’t felt before
I love to work with imagination and fantasy projecting my ideas and my aesthetics
I am a photographer because I want to orchestrate something I myself desire to see things I don’t see in my everyday life
I want people to feel things they haven’t felt before
I love to work with imagination and fantasy projecting my ideas and my aesthetics
my main ambition passion and calling is to see women who come to me for shoots or in life not just be dazzled by their beauty but to remain clear sighted and composed in their presence
It’s bot about mining or controlling but about finding a way to reveal the light of their inner beauty that shines through their magical forms pulsating with rhythm in every movement pose and glance creating a unique enchantment
I can see some of my photographs as film stills that might leave you wondering what is happening or what might happen next
I worship, admire and empower women in my photography
I am looking to discover, magnify and glorify their beauty and radiance
I am fascinated by their mystery, feminine grace, provoking sexuality and raw energy
as an artist my favorite subject is a woman, a femme fatale – strong, confident and reckless
— rue lauriston studio, paris
early march 25
who is the woman in my photography, in my life? an object of desire and lust?
a symbol of erotism and sexuality
these are overly grand generalisations
photographs of women are sculptures woven from form shadows volume and composition- from the light they transmit and radiate
the light that find its reflection in my admiration for their beauty
and inspires with the power of life itself and for beauty itself in its universal essence
this light does not blind or simply, it illuminates, ignites the imagination
Muse: If I wrestle a myth, what would I be?
Photographer: A siren - pulling me too close, just out of realm
Muse: And yet, you keep chasing the tide
Photographer: I live for the almost - touch
Muse: Do you always look at people like this?
Photographer: Only when they look like a dream I don’t; want to wave from
Muse: And what if I disappear when the lights go out?
Photographer: Then I’ll chase the shadows until I find you again
Muse: You capture me like I’m yours
Photographer: The lens is mine you … are untouchable
Muse: And if I let you closer?
Photographer: I’d still only have the illusion
— slide two fingers under the edge
— this part hurts gently
you don’t choose what interests you
it chooses you
sometimes it’s painful, sometimes it’s better then anything what ever happened to you
— your curiosity is already inside
Muse: if I asked, would you follow me into the unknown?
Photographer: I’d be fool to say yes
Muse: and yet, you hesitate
Photographer: because even fools dream of keeping fire in their hands
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Muse: do you want the real me or the version that haunts your camera?
Photographer: are they not the same?
Muse: one disappears when the lights go out
Photographer: and the other?
Muse: she was never really here
— rue lauriston studio, paris
march 25
Photographer: I thought I was here to capture you
Muse: but instead?
Photographer: I see myself reflected in every frame
Muse: then keep shooting - maybe you’ll find what you’ve been missing
Photographer: every frame I fall a little more
Muse:: Into what?
Photographer: the illusion of you
Muse: good that means you’re seeing what you need to
Muse:: you’re looking at me like you’ve found something
Photographer: maybe I have
Muse: but will you keep it?
Photographer: no… some beauty only exists in the act of losing it
—written at 3:17am, rue lauriston studio
Photographer: the more I photograph you. the less I know where you end and I begin
Muse: then stop trying to define the edges
Photographer: but whit edges how do I find the shape of myself?
Muse: maybe you’re not meant to. Maybe you’re meant to dissolve into the image
— open me like you'd open her
Photographer: I keep looking for myself in my work
Muse: and what have you found?
Photographer: fragments. a shadow. a question. always unanswered
Muse: then keep searching. the real you is somewhere between the frames
if you felt something... it was mutual