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.
blurred flash
motel phone
one boot on the bed
the other on the floor
she's not calling for help
she is the emergency
— once opened it begins
— go ahead cross the line
— shhh... she is still warm inside
— your touch goes here
— it starts with friction
you only see what he showed you
not what I hid
nude in heels
back arched
hand on the door
her face by flash
body frozen mid-reveal
she's not entering
she's arriving
— this one misbehaves
some images cost more than they give
the photos were ready
I wasn’t
— rue lauriston studio, paris
early may 25
Muse: you kept the images for yourself
Photographer: not out of greed
out of grief
Muse: I see the others - the new Muses
do they know they’re standing in a space I once lit up?
Photographer: they feel it
even if they don’t know what they’re stepping over
— rue lauriston studio, paris
may 25
— rue lauriston studio, paris
may 25
lace mask
lingerie
boots to the knee
she eats pasta like it’s foreplay
midnight dissent ask questions
It watches
— rue lauriston studio, paris
march 25
thank you for staying this close