Missartifice in black, blonde hair against a blue sky, old brick, metal stairs and a wooden ladder that unexpectedly received a full editorial career.
I photographed much of this series from extremely low positions. Hands stretch towards the lens. Legs become architecture. Bare feet move right into the foreground. The perspective is distorted, physical and occasionally a little ridiculous—which is exactly why I like it.
Sexy photographs do not always need bedrooms, silk or carefully manufactured mystery.
Sometimes you need a Berlin courtyard and someone willing to look down at your camera like it owes her money.
