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Max Ison
Photography by Daniel Jaems
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Max Ison
‘Vacuum’ by Daniel Jaems
He did it while I wasn’t looking. In the pause between set-up. While the strobes were off and I was resetting my sun. He pulled his ribs toward his spine in front of a mirror and made space inside himself. A literal emptiness. A vacuum.
It was elegant, violent, unnecessary, spontaneous. His body caved inward with the grace of something craving a spotlight. I think I said something like "Fu*king hell!" and "Hold that." As his body collapsed, controlled like a cobra. I'd not shot the body in this way before. With such gluttony for classical bodybuilding.
He went further. And further again, up to 100% vacuum. Until his anatomy no longer looked like it belonged to him but to something else. Something between the myth of a man and a warning label.
At full power, he looked like a Roman statue carved by someone on the verge of madness. And in the rage, chiseled and cracked away at the belly. "Is that painful?" Max: "Not at all." "Shall we do it a bit less?" It was... too much. Beautiful, but too precise. Too clean to be real, too unreal for the average audience.
We settled on this version, here. Call it 40% Vacuum.
Human enough. Technical enough. Digestible. Enough.
But somewhere on my hard drive, an unpublished frame waits in perfect silence, hollowed out and too holy at 100% Vac, to post. One for the pro bodybuilders.
Max Ison
Photography by Daniel Jaems