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.
you werent supposed to open it...
but now that you have
don't stop
— it's an invitation
flip slowly
she is undresses one page
at the time
— she said not to send it
she kneels back
wards on a hotel chair
hair loose
lingerie tight
the lamp tilts
the bed waits
this isn't rest
it's rehearsal
— unfold a little sin
fishnet
chains
glossed skin
she covers just enough to tease
the rest?
intentional
— between ink and flesh
naked
draped over the chair like a question
heels still on
sheets on the floor
the bed's behind her
but she's not done yet
— paper remembers fingers
— if you feel something write back
out of focus
almost not there
stockings
corset
stillness
she looked like a memory
you weren't supposed to keep
— Paris
— rue lauriston studio, paris
may' 2025
people think I see beauty
what I really see
is tension
they see a pose
I see the tremor she’s trying to hide
— Paris
not all treasures glitter
some breath
look closer
naked
lit by city lights
one hand across her chest
the other pulling
her forward
she's not running
she's performing
— do you trust me ?
skyline view
one leg up
hair falling
back arched
heels steady
she's not admiring the city
she is daring it to admire her
— rue lauriston studio, paris
may' 2025
we end here unless you don't