velvet

there is something definately very sexual about macro photography...
i love to sense curves, to feel my way around a body, to glide and hover above the surface, barely touching it, and yet running close enough to feel the slightest of shudders.
everything feels so smooth. the glide, the body, the surface, the lips, the skin.

velvet

the delicate flirt between my eye and the object is like my hand sliding blindly across a body to feel every change in reaction in the sole quest of pleasure.
when you glide across your subject, you shink to the size of an insect and discover the micro world. you ride the helter skelter with such speed, and yet so smoothly everything becomes as comfortably vertiginous as the confusion and dizziness of an intense ejaculation.

pleasure for the eye
pleasure for the palet
pleasure for the mind

it doesn't compensate for the lack of sex, but it can get quite close.