I remember the first time I danced in front of the camera. it suddenly killed any limitation I might have had as a human, as a woman, as a soul, when it comes to movement. Then i understood: this part of my life is going to be a full time experiment
It took years to accept that I was a model. I don’t do fashion. I am not tall, skinny and not matching the beauty standards. I have expression, movement and creativity. I have my own vision about photography. I offer an experience, not just my image.
Working in more than 40 countries in the last 6 years, with a few hundreds people on digital, analog, wet plates, video, polaroid for galleries, social media, brands, music videos, printed books, or simply for the passion of creating,
IT TOUGHT ME HOW THE BUSINESS WORKS. AND NOW I AM HERE TO TEACH, SO FEEL FREE TO REACH ME IF YOU WANT TO LEARN HOW TO LIVE FROM PHOTOGRAPHY OR HOW TO BECOME A FREELANCE MODEL
I think I gave more feelings to cameras than to humans, if I was to count. Does this make me a good model and a bad human? Who can say for sure which ones were real and which ones were forged?
I know some people objectify me.
So what?
It doesn’t bother me as long as I don’t objectify myself.
Same with judging, lying or underestimating.
I think people sexualize nudity just because they don’t know what else to do with it. Maybe if they danced naked more, maybe if they hugged themselves naked more, maybe if they talked to their body, then they would escape this filthy mind space. I am here to change their perception.
