Mir war nicht wirklich klar was ich mir unter einem Jumpsuit vorstellen sollte. Vielleicht eine Latzhose? Der englische Begriff schien verlockend, voller Bewegung (jump) und irgendwie komplex (suit).
Category: Fashion / Beauty
Henning muß mehr Bilder machen..
Ganz frei nach Astrid Lindgren zog ich mich in meinen Schuppen zurück und schnitzte ein paar Bilder im Labor. Zum Teil von 30 Jahre alten Negativen, die meisten von Bildern aus dem vergangenen Jahr.. Ein paar Abzüge in der Fixierbadschale aus Dortmund möchte ich Euch hier zeigen. Mario Dirks organisierte die Location in der Kokerei Hansa, 3 Models, Visagisten eben das Drumrum was ein Shooting so ausmacht.
Ich fotografierte ausschließlich auf Film. Fomapan400 und AGFA400.
Die Vergrößerungen entstanden auf Fomabrom Barytpapier.
Terrace
Buenos Aires has an old quartier named San Telmo with many old, colonial styled townhouses, sometimes defined as PH’s (ie “horizontal property”). However wonderful and labyrinthine they are, the most distinctive space is always the terrace on the top floor and roof.
I had the chance to explore one with Eunice Balbi and take some shoots. Shabby, sunbathed and lovingly filled with old charm.
Summer learnings of a trans woman
Puberty is a time span of ten years. – But if you start your transition afterwards, you will go into a second puberty, into a second time span of 10 years. But this puberty is much harder. We transitioners trying to catch up everything we missed. – While having a fixed identity from our first puberty. – And beyond the experiences from the new identity, we have to overcome old socialisation and patterns, of our non-conforming gender behaviour, which crashes into our daily life, while we're facing a lot of changes in our mind (and hopefully bodies), by the new hormone level.
And we're working against 100 reasons of shame, 1000 obstacles in the mirror, and some very deep written pictures of cis-gender in our-selves and others. And one of the main duties in transition, is to glue all this together, into one human, one existence, into one life.
Transition can be a full-time job. But you have to cope with it, as one task from multiple others: Earning money, looking for help, care for family members, explaining yourself to the world (even if you don't have an explanation for yourself), attend the gym, cooking, maintaining other relation*ships, filling your social media accounts and office chair and feeding the cat.
We learning, to accept ourself, the status quo, becoming patient in dozens of topics (e.g., legal changes, changes by hormones, etc), and we adopt new behaviours, changing old pattern and requesting ourself always: “Is the person, I’m becoming now, feeling right?”
Or do we behave like copycats, who overtook some strange behaviour or styles, which didn't fit into your life and beings, because we wrongly assume, they belong to our official gender now.
I'm in the middle of my second 10-year puberty, and I learned a lot during this summer. First and most important: Pain is for growing, and I hope, I dived into any stitch which was presented me, by this summer. – I learned, how to cope with my phases of trans-downness in a better way, and about my optimal reaction of getting misgendered. (I understood now, that this is like a Terry-Pratchett message, out of the parallel existing universe of cis-heteronormativity.)
I also meet persons, I thought, 'Wow I would like to date!', and that I will use the non-binding term "dating" in future. Stopping the desire for a never-ending-true-deep-love-lifetime relationship. – Spending two evenings per week together, giving our skin touches and kisses to your necks, should be adequate to stay healthy and enough to push each other into a stable state. – But this means a lot of honest communication. (So maybe it's easier to stay in the never-ending-love narrative.)
This is what I learned in my summer of '23.
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Teilnehmer: Fotograf Alexandru Crisan / Fotograf Andrea Arosio / Fotograf Eugene Reno / Fotograf HANNES WINDRATH / Fotograf Heinz Porten / Fotograf Jens Klettenheimer / Fotograf Mecuro B Cotto / Fotograf Michael Everett / Fotograf Stefan Dokoupil
Ballett und Tanz Session
I'd love to be the flower on your bra.
Shooting as a trans woman
These thoughts are generic. They occur every time, before I shoot with an unknown photographer, especially when I like or adore the pictures.
Some weeks ago, I had a schedule with Mya from Leipzig (Germany). We planned to shoot in a parking house, to use some special light and background. And I was two hours before time. – So, I waited outside in the street. Completely styled, with a bag which contained all my stuff, which I grabbed three days ago, because before departure and our meeting, I was on a business trip in Munich.
So, I waited, and was nervous like hell. – I am trans. Non-op. And I love to shoot. All my model and social media profiles labels me as "woman", and I am transparent with that fact to anyone. I don't hide details regarding my past or trans body.
But through the upcoming "culture war" (for two years), more and more voices raised, that I am not a woman. That I was a male, be a male and will ever stay a male. – To be honest: Of course, this kind of statements (and connected hate) influences me.
Often, I feel like an imposter. And this is something which always comes in my mind before I meet the photographer. Before we start with the work. Thoughts like:
“Will my passing be valid on the pictures? Or will the POV of this photographer unmask my transness? Showing and spot me, as a male? Will the photographer start to misgender me, when we come to fine art nude photography? How much photos will be created, where my typical male attributes are underlined and emphasised?”
And by getting more and more nervous, I asking myself, why I am doing that shit all the time again? One to three times a month I am heading into the same situation again. Why I am searching for this challenge? Why I am going into this kind of exam? Why I am stressing myself that way?
But after everything starts, after I got into the touch with the lens, into touch with the click sound of the specific camera, I start to dive into the scene, deeper and deeper and come back to the set, after everything is shown and told.
And after I dived into each set, and arrived again and we finished, and we check the first results on the camera, I know why:
Because I love it! It's fun, its therapy, it's one of the best ways to connect to people, to myself, to exchange and grab new thoughts.
Thank you, Mya!
Thank you, all photographers who worked with me, in the past!
Teilnehmer: Fotografin Mya_b.hind