• Mementos of Fantasy

    Date posted: January 28, 2009 Author: jolanta
    I shall be honest; I never was interested in photography in any form two years ago. I would look at a photo, perhaps in a magazine, on a billboard, but didn’t look any further than the image itself. I didn’t know any photographers, and didn’t go to galleries. However, I’ve always been interested in women, from an early age. I remember, even as young as eight years old, I had a brief sexual experience with a girl. That moment onwards, women have been the good and bad in my life. When I found I could get closer to women, and explore them more with a
    camera, I quickly started to take photos. Just like that I started my
    journey. I have a really bad memory, and photographs help me remember
    those good times. I quickly found myself taking photos of
    London’s celebrity crowds in their homes, bars, clubs, and pubs.
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    The Mofo 

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    The Mofo, 1. Courtesy of the artist.

    I shall be honest; I never was interested in photography in any form two years ago. I would look at a photo, perhaps in a magazine, on a billboard, but didn’t look any further than the image itself. I didn’t know any photographers, and didn’t go to galleries. However, I’ve always been interested in women, from an early age. I remember, even as young as eight years old, I had a brief sexual experience with a girl. That moment onwards, women have been the good and bad in my life.

    When I found I could get closer to women, and explore them more with a camera, I quickly started to take photos. Just like that I started my journey. I have a really bad memory, and photographs help me remember those good times.

    I quickly found myself taking photos of London’s celebrity crowds in their homes, bars, clubs, and pubs. People wanted sexy shots of them in their huge bedrooms, people like movie stars, models, or daughters of actresses. But I was just a boy from Devon, U.K., in London, still learning. I thought I was out of my depth, but I just about made it through.

    Now I find myself taking photos full-time. People buy my work, admire it, even analyze it sometimes. Perhaps I piss a lot of people off, too, as I don’t have much thought process to my work. It’s my life, my photos, my world. I don’t often look at other people’s work because I can’t relate to it. There is a lot of real bad stuff out there, but the stuff I do like, the stuff I love, makes me jealous, inspires me.

    I’ve had students contact me, wanting to do studies on my work. I just say, “Get a camera, take photos, learn, make mistakes, and be selective of your models—it’s important.” “Snap away,” I tell them. “Don’t worry too much about technical stuff.” I still don’t know how to light anything, and maybe it’s just natural. Just shoot how I see, always.

    I want to take sexy photographs with a sense of humor. I don’t know if I’d call it erotic. If someone says erotic to me, I think of this kind of classic black-and-whites, which isn’t really what I do. I just do my own thing.

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