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
backlit
unbothered
black lingerie
under a hitel robe
she is not out of focus
she is just our of reach
— private for your fingers only
naked on heels
one hand in her hair
the other gripping the tv
the news keeps talking
she is the real broadcast
naked
lit by city lights
one hand across her chest
the other pulling her forward
she’s not running
she’s performing
— not everything inside will make sense
nude in heels
back arched
hand on the door
he face erased by flash
body frozen mid-reveal
she is not entering
she is arriving
— may cause desire memory or regret
blonde bob
black lingerie
she’s not looking at you
but her reflection is
decide
who’s in control
— read me like you mean it
— one secret per envelope
— after the studio visit
— rue lauriston studio, paris
may 25
I make people feel seen
then I disappear
sometimes I don’t direct
I provoke
what I shoot isn’t who they are
it’s who they almost were
— one secret per envelope
— Paris
red soles
black lace
hair down
back arched
chair gripped
she’s not waiting for permission
she’s daring you to look longer
— did you feel that?
— some pages want revenge
face masked
legs crossed
gloves up to the elbows
room soft
her stare sharp
obedience isn’t requested - it’s expected
— rue lauriston studio, paris
may 25
was it enough?