There’s beauty in the distorted. In the faces behind the facade. There, where almost no-one is allowed. Or able to be.
Both my writing and photography force me to look inward. To uncover the shadows and frictions. They have unveiled an inner beauty I don't dare admit to, released a new level of empowered femininity, and helped me find meaning in the mundane.
There are other layers too, because initially they felt like a vanity. They made me feel less like a serious author of philosophical fiction and more like a wannabe Instagram model. I mean, Simone de Beauvoir would never... And besides, we all know I'm not photogenic enough. Nor skinny enough. Nor young enough... The portraits force me to break through the preconceived notions of how I see myself. And they help heal that young girl who came of age in the era of 'heroin chic' and who is only now shedding the idea of having to be that too.
Contact me for prints not available in the print store or for collaborations.
Through a Haze
Never More
Sheltered From the Light
Embracing Sensuality
Reflections on Life
For Scientific Purposes Only
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