Saturday, September 09, 2006

Number Thirteen

Qua (insofar as)
by Scarlet (of “Her Scarlet Letters”)

I’m the member of a generation who can name the first Jenna Jameson movie, but our photographic reference, our connection to still images of sex, in terms of artistry, is limited. 

We’ve become addicted to motion. The investment, visually, in something that intimates stillness, might serve to allow partners the chance to, gasp, slow down. Take in the sights. Invest in subtlety and the slow evaluation of a partner. It’s harder to imitate a photograph, but if we see something erotic, replicable, we still are forced to put our own stamp on the image. Moving images allow for our sloppy, slow replication of an original. In the simplest terms, it’s not the same.

A photograph captures one version of an image, and restricts the viewers focus to a visual, emotional, or motion – frozen, within a frame. Good photography does not speak in conventional language, rather, slides one observation into our view and leaves the rest to us. Like most significant sexual encounters, it suggests, then leaves us breathless.

I wish that most photographs could encapsulate a real intimate connection.  I personally believe that sex can make us glamorous. Dripped in honey – amber light, and can provide some visual glimpse of something beyond conventional pleasure.  Something more guttural – challenging. A view that I haven’t caught in the glimpse of a mirror – or in a lover, fields I have yet to roam, terrain yet uninvestigated.

Photography credits: “Syruptitious” by Scott Murdoch; “Glow” by Daniel & Sabrina.  Visit them here.  (JW)

Sincerely.
Eve and JW3 and Mélisande
Dirty Girl Things ©
Unrepentant.  Unpretentious.  Unconventional. ©

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1. Thank you for the kind words. I agree, it is very difficult to capture that moment in time that has the power to move you. We will do our best to keep trying, that is for sure!

   Daniel

   Daniel  on  09/10  at  12:00 AM

2. Great post, Scarlett. I’ve loved painting and photography my
   whole life. It wasn’t until I worked in a strip club that I realized
   how much beauty there is in live motion. But...movies rarely capture that
   and porn films almost never do. As you point out, that is unfortunate
   for all.

   The best images I remember are mental and will never be
   made into a picture. The erotic photographs that resonate the best are the ones that
   come closest to my own memories or evoke the same feeling. What do you think?

   Amanda

    on  09/10  at  10:38 AM
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