COMPLICITY.

Whatever a man Desires. Architectural Association student trying to be a sex photographer. All post are directly made by me /or of me.

[idared7]

SPHERES OF INFLUENCE

How Much Influence Does One Entity Have On Another?

The eyes used, are inspired by Takashi Murakami, But are made with my OWN eyes!!

The red cock heads in the centre are a stamp of my own cock! ;)

[idared7]

OSMOSIS: CLUBS /DRUGS /SEX

With this photo collage I try to show to the viewer and explain to myself, a very specific moment. It is the moment where you don’t know where your pleasure starts and where it ends, and the exact moment where u don’t know where your partners pleasure starts, and where it ends.

The following quote by Allan Watt explains fully what I ‘m trying to communicate.

“But how much more difficult it is to see that my skin and its movements belong both to me and to the external world, or that the spheres of influence of different human beings have common walls like so many rooms in a house, so that the movement of my wall is also the movement of yours. You can do what you like in your room just so long as I can do what I like in mine. But each man's room is himself in his fullest extension, so that my expansion is your contraction and vice versa.”

[garconjon]

92. Andreas: The Mall, London

[idared7]

This is not just a vulnerable look.

My hairychest was my power, and then the doctor decides to shave it in order to place some stickers on it, and then you realise that nothing is for granted. 

Today is a mini comedown day. My brain cannot help me express myself.

[idared7]

WIRED

It’s actually uncomfortable, and slightly itchy...

What I hate the most is that the doctor actually shaved my chest under the 5 stickers.

Is it all about the heart? Physically it keeps as alive; Conceptually its what makes us love. The past year there where many times I felt Conceptually Dead. But what if the heart actually stopped beating. Would that just make things easier? 

For me, physical death is better than Conceptual Death.

I have been taking photos of my body over a long period of time through instagram, I don’t usually smile, now I ‘m smiling, its just a reaction.

Production: Panasonic Lumix G10 / No Photoshop

[idared7]

Kusama is dominating the world. I get it.

What I don’t get is why isn't she opening her pussy in public. That would just immediately move the world tenfold.

I will post this image on tumblr, facebook and instagram simultaneously because that’s what Kusama did with her polka dots and all the LV shops... At the end of the day, if you are not an ATTENTION SEEKING WHORE, life does not treat you equally.

I am posing just like Kusama because I can prove that I am a better poser than her.

Production: Panasonic Lumix G10 / Photoshop

[idared7]

This was made the day before my final peresentation which would have determinded if i would pass or fail my second year in Architecture. It was the best way i found that could happily waste my time. It was also the weekend of the DIAMOND JUBILEE... This was my kiki.

Production: Standing on the kitchen table with a camera timer. 

[idared7]

Hakuna Matata.

During hakuna matata Simba grows aproximately 10years... I have to capture this over the next years of my life by recreating the same collage over and over.

What i am intrigued by is than simba was always naked and no one actually noticed or had a problem with... But when i post this on Facebook there is both a positive and negative rection. Also I love how i replace one of the most iconic cartoon caracters of all time, cub Simba.

Production: Panasonic Lumix G10 / Photoshop

[idared7]

Monday19th March 2012

Dear hotmail new blank page,

            I am writing on you this evening at 11pm because I had to inform my classmates yesterday, what happened today.

            The alarm went off at 8:00 am; I boiled 3 eggs and trashed away 1.5 egg yolks. This was my breakfast. I went to the gym for 1 hour and 15 minutes. (Note that I have been going to the gym every day since my last media studies session.(exeption of 2 days)

            Every day on the 8th minute running on the treadmill on a speed of 12km/h listening to a podcast from a south London club brings me to as close I can get to being under the influence of drugs. The blood pumping all over my body gives me this euphoric feeling for a few seconds, then I turn around, see myself in the mirror, smile, and the feeling is over. I FEEL LIKE I AM MAKING LOVE WITH THE TREADMILL. (I did not intend to write this in caps.)

            I go home after the gym, shower, pack my bag and I’m off for the photo studio. My bag contains the camera I am still using to take pictures of situations I bring myself to, a leather harness, a leather bicep holder, extra contact lenses, my keys, chewing gum, condoms, extra contact lenses, toothbrush, antiseptic gel and 2 throat lozenges oh and those things that help u do push ups jest before leaving the house for a wild night out.

            I’m not sure where this studio is but I assume I got the buss to get there; I turned on grinder to see if there’s anything new or good around me, then got distracted and switched it off.

            When I arrived at the studio 5 minutes late, nobody was there and I was hating my life for being in a hurry. It was my turn and I took my t-shirt to start feeling comfortable without it on. At the end of the day in the clubs I go nobody is wearing a t-shirt. I do 30 push ups, then 15 more and I’m ready for the shot. (I have to take a pic that would make any gay man on grinder horny.) 

Production: Format Camera