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I created this series with Kitt. She brought green velvet dress and a Christmas tree with decorations to complete the scene. I’m using my Lomography Nour Triplet lens with the soft focus enabled. I love the dreamy astigmatized effect it has, and it kind of makes the world look a bit more like how I actually see it.
Ein Ausflug von Norwegen nach Deutschland. Victoria ist in Solingen zu Besuch.
Wir entdecken ein großes Fenster. Licht strömt herein. Was also liegt näher, als dort einige Bilder zu erschaffen?
Danke Victoria
No one is perfect, and no body is perfect. While your skin appears perfect superficially, skin blemishes and other marks show if you look closely. That’s only natural. Our skin, the largest and most visible organ in the human body, protects us from the environment and plays an essential role in our physical appearance. Sometimes, our skin sustains damage, injuries, and scars. Wear them proudly and appreciate them as reminders received in the line of duty.
We have diverse body shapes because of our heritage, age, genetic makeup, lifestyles, and other factors. Social conventions might suggest that some bodies are more perfectly shaped than others, but body shape is subjective and fluid.
Unlike many other nude photography styles, one appeal of artistic nude photography can be empowering. It is more accepting of body shape and size, whether curvy or slim, older or younger, pale or dark complexion, etc. Perfection is not always essential; body and skin imperfections can add to the impact and narrative.
With modern, sophisticated photo editing software, indulging in skin retouching and manipulating body shape can be tempting. Whether you choose to do it and to what extent is the artist’s decision. Unlike documentary and journalistic photography, artistic photography does not impose authenticity.
Ultimately, successful artistic nude images are the culmination of hard work, creativity, skills, and a little luck. Art is created. It would be a shame not to allow others to share and appreciate it.
Halb. Abgeteilt. Getrennt.
Wo eine Hälfte ist, muss ein eine zweite geben. Bei diesem Projekt war mir Lastivka behilflich.
A fragment from a series in progress—
an exploration of narcissism not as vanity,
but as a fracture in perception.
Where the body seeks confirmation,
the reflection answers with invention.
Where the gaze looks for certainty,
the mirror returns a question.
This work is not about admiration—
it is about dependence,
about the quiet negotiations
between longing and illusion.
A study of how we watch ourselves—
and how, eventually,
the watching begins to watch back.
Teilnehmer: Model Emerika
She never asked for wings—
only for a place to hold her breath
until the light returned.
Feathers against skin,
shadow against bone,
a pause between falling
and flight.
Some bodies crouch
before they rise.
Some silences
are rehearsals for the wind.
Sometimes closeness doesn’t begin in the hands,
but in the hesitation before them.
A body holding itself
not to hide—
but to speak without speaking.
Here, skin becomes a threshold,
light becomes invitation,
and a sideways glance becomes a question
that needs no answer.
Somewhere between retreat and opening
lives a single breath of courage.
And maybe that is already enough.
She stands where shadow tightens its grip,
arms crossed not to hide, but to listen.
The body remembers what language forgets:
the quiet weight of instinct,
the tenderness of restraint,
the animal patience of becoming.
Antlers curve like thoughts that never fully leave the mind —
present, hovering, protective.
Not a pose, but a pause.
Not surrender, but concentration.
A moment where strength turns inward
and waits.
A face opening like a quiet dawn,
feathers gathering where words would be.
A softness that almost speaks,
a trembling held perfectly still.
And then —
only the body,
unwritten and unguarded,
moving through shadow like a thought
that refuses to disappear.
Two moments,
woven from breath and dusk,
tender, untamed,
and alive with the echo
of something yet unnamed.
She rests between breath and gravity,
a body stretched into quiet resistance.
Light skims across skin like a held thought,
revealing tension, release, and the fragile balance in between.
Nothing moves—yet everything is alive
in this brief pause where strength becomes stillness.