Wrocław, train station platform, the beginning of the weekend. This is how the story of "The Passion of Submission" began. It was our first meeting, which quickly moved from the hustle and bustle of the city to a creative space, where the boundaries between a photo shoot and a spontaneous performance ceased to exist.
The first part of the shoot is a conscious play with form. We used a white background and classic, almost sterile lighting to create images bordering on BDSM fashion. We focused on the details - the austere form of the armbinder contrasted with the purity of the frame allowed us to get used to the lens and each other's presence, before moving into the darkness of the city.
The first part of the shoot was a conscious play on form.
The real energy was unleashed on the top floor of an old Wroclaw tenement building. Thanks to makeshift lighting, we created an almost "illegal" stage there, which quickly attracted visitors. At its peak, eight people filled the space, creating a lively, pulsating organism. I was constrained by the camera, she by the kneel.
The flashes of the lamps penetrated the stained glass of the stairwell, and the session began to take on a life of its own. I stopped being a director and became a participant in the interaction. The saliva dripping from my mouth, the raised hands, the tension that could not be directed - all this made for an authentic record of submission and control. "We're done now," - I said, though we both knew the night was just beginning.
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