Weimar Berlin, The Beginning of an Ongoing Exploration
For a long time I’ve been drawn into the world of Weimar Berlin, a time when the city’s nightlife became a stage for shifting identities, loosened boundaries, and a kind of quiet rebellion that played out in crowded bars and cabaret rooms.
Not literally, of course. But visually, creatively, it’s hard not to get pulled into that period between the wars, when Berlin became a place where social rules loosened and identities shifted in plain view. Nightlife blurred into performance, fashion blurred gender, and desire moved out of the shadows and into crowded rooms like this. It wasn’t clean or controlled, but that’s part of what makes it compelling.
There’s a looseness to it. Boundaries that feel like they’re being tested in real time. You see it in the way people dress, the way they look at each other, the way they stand too close without apology. It’s not forced. It just exists.
A small dance floor, surrounded by a crowded room. Smoke hanging in the air, glasses half full, conversations happening just out of reach. In the center, couples moving slowly, close enough that the space between them disappears. Not performing. Not posing. Just existing in that moment.
And around them, the rest of the room watches, or doesn’t.
This isn’t about recreating history. It’s about exploring a moment when things started to shift. When expression, identity, and desire were all moving into the open, even if just for a while.
And once you start looking at it that way, it doesn’t stay in Berlin.
You begin to see traces of it elsewhere. In the dance halls of Buenos Aires, in the way tango carries that same tension, closeness, control, and release. Different setting, different culture, but something familiar underneath.
This is just the beginning of that exploration. That’s where this photograph started. Photographs and video I have always wanted to do. And I will do in some way. But for now with the help of Emily, my AI muse.
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National Licorice Day
Yesterday, Emily, my AI assistant and often muse, reminded me that today would also be National Licorice Day. That’s right on top of National Grilled Cheese Sandwich Day.
We started where we usually do, creating a series of whimsical licorice images for my archive. Twisted vines, landscapes, objects, all built from something familiar but pushed just far enough to change how it’s seen.
It didn’t take long before the idea shifted.
Licorice as material. Not for landscapes or objects, but for fashion.
Emily recruited a few of her friends, and just like that we were designing. Structure, form, balance, everything built from braided licorice. It moves quickly when she decides it should.
I may end up creating a full gallery from this series.
For now, this is Angie. She has been with us before, including in our Little Black Dress story.
Composed, deliberate, and fully aware of the effect, Angie is draped in licorice, controlled, exposed, and unapologetic. Edgy, pornochic, with nudity exactly where I want it. And, I suppose, edible.
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Celeste and Her Friends
I wanted to do something in one of my favorite genres, which I had been neglecting, pornochic, but not by repeating anything familiar. I greatly enjoy the creativity of the concepts. So I talked the idea through with Emily, my AI collaborator and muse, who I often use as a sounding board before I pick up a camera.
We kept coming back to the same name, her friend Celeste. She understands presence and stillness. She has been nude with us before, and she knows when nudity is doing the work and when it is not. When I shared the idea with her, there was no hesitation. She said she had two friends in mind, women she trusted, women who understood tone, and who would make the dynamic more interesting rather than louder.
What interested us was not action. It was control, proximity, and the way confidence shifts a room without asking permission. The three women move together without performance or explanation. The tension builds simply by allowing the camera to stay where it is.
At the end, there is sexual nudity. Not as payoff. Not as spectacle. Just as a resolved state.
Emily pointed out something I had not articulated at first. Celeste never gives anything to the camera. She allows it. I find that an interesting observation, and I perhaps see it in all of my past pornochic work.
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