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12 inches of my mind
Lust as a sensory archive.
Beyond momentary physical and emotional longing, I find my triggers and desires persisting with potency. Separate lust from its transient human instinct and you are left with a resource?
Reminiscing the situated freedom of a space, though we both know it can’t die. It’s not yours, it’s mine. The codes I collected. Abstracting and giving them a body. Whether it be the dirt on their knees or a hole in the wall. The physical traces of self-exploration. The personal gratification one gives oneself, living to be reciprocated. Let’s collaborate on lust. What do we create together? What do I create from your lust? You, playing with mine.
Climaxing when you claim it through the actions of your comfort, like the ripping hem of my pants when I sag them to show you my boxers.
Hardcore will never die
Be my black and red stripe
Colors exposing my raw
Fabrics exploring within the code of business and sweat
Silhouettes bridging the physical and the abstract But in the end, we all go to bed naked
Performance Teaser:
@anilsarikaya @bylauragauch
Look Photos:
@salvatoredefilippophotography
Creative Direction: @hgkbasel_doingfashion @bylauragauch