Death on table
“Fancy a day on the streets in London?” my camera buddy asked. “Sure, let’s go” I replied. A day with a camera and a good friend is the best therapy in my book.
That day I met Anastasia. She was running our course in street photography for the day. I took to her straight away, she was kooky and a little vulnerable…and I liked that. I identified with her immediately.
Over lunch, we chatted about Naked Britain and we discussed the rewards of embracing a long term photography project. I was keen to address FGM and Anastasia was celebrating people in their most honest state. Maybe it was the wine, but I put my self forward mainly because I wanted to work with this intriguing lady. Also because I like to scare myself, it makes me feel alive.
I specialise in death. Sad, but true. It’s a huge part of my life. It fascinates me and horrifies me in equal measures.
If I was to strip naked, it had to be relevant and it mattered that it was raw, gritty and honest. Not some overworked, soft, predictable boudoir shoot.
So, it had to be a morgue.
Two photographers in a morgue.
With cameras and their thoughts
One of the most enthralling days I’ve encountered in a long time. There was nothing seedy about it, we made a little art and it actually meant something. I’m not pretty and my body has plenty of flaws, I no longer care.
I am a girl who prefers sex in the dark and wants to live forever.
When I met with Anastasia that morning she wore a t’shirt. Across the front was written, “I’ve seen you naked”. Indeed she has, and she didn’t blink an eye or judge. How refreshing and reassuring to know there are still people like her in the world.
Thank you lovely lady x