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"I was given a digital camera when I was 18. The year was 1996, and I was in law school in Paris. At the time, nobody in France has seen a camera like that, so I'd just take pictures of people in the street, and I'd get the most amazing feedback from total strangers. I also started taking pictures of my love life, which was completely natural because I was in a good relationship: It was the most beautiful thing happening to me. But I wasn't looking at it as art. I never wanted to be an artist, and I didn't see the digital photography as anything more than a hobby. "After I dropped out of law school, though, I started thinking about putting my pictures on a website. I moved back to San Francisco, where I'd grown up, and began posting the pictures I was taking of myself and others. At first I used a boy's name online, Max Cameron, because I didn't want people calling up and saying things like, "Wanna do that to me?" But people weren't responding to the pictures that way, so I started using my real name and pretty soon Taschen came around and asked if I wanted to do a book.
"Each
relationship is so different from the last. When I feel comfortable, though,
the person I'm with tends to feel comfortable, and then it's possible
to start taking pictures. But first there's a model release to sign, and
sometimes that turns into a big fight. It's an interesting dynamic. People
get shy about doing something intimate in front of a camera, like they
want to forget, and I have to find out why. I have to ask: "Are we
really enjoying ourselves right now? What about it don't you want to remember?"
Other guys want to hide their identity, and then I have to question why
they're even trying to get intimate.
"Now I'm in New York, taking a lot of pictures in my neighborhood. I go to the fish market. A couple nights ago, I took a picture of an eel. I try to get the same feeling as when I'm photographing myself doing something intimate. I like a photo of a fish to look similar to a picture of my lips." |
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