The passion of submission
This was our first meeting. The train station in Wroclaw, the beginning of the weekend - maybe Friday. We recognized each other on the platform and went to my apartment.
The plan for the shoot was divided into two parts: a warm-up of sorts, and a late night session in the corridor of an old apartment building. The first part involved shooting on a white background - studio, slightly dull with very typical lighting, more fashion, if that's what you can call an armbinder, for example....
We were waiting for the invited guests.
The second part was the target one, with the help of a long extension cord we set up an "illegal" stage on the top floor of an old building. At one point there were probably 7 or 8 people there. Something like a party was formed. However, not everyone was able to participate on an equal basis, I was restricted by the camera and she by a gag.
We weren't in a hurry, as a spontaneous performance ensued. The flashes of the lamps probably passed outside the courtyard through the dirty windows. At some point the scene came alive and began to live its own life. I was no longer creating the scene, I was interacting with it.
-You are leaking saliva - that's good, don't move.
-Tie you up?
-raise your hands higher and wait a while. We are already finishing (we didn't finish).