Faillir c’est mourir.

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that
without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
― Pearl S. Buck

Ellie smoking, people snapping, Mila focusing, me shooting.

Love hotel basement, SM room.

I stole the citation from a mate on Facebook… I found it very true. I feel like dying too often to ignore it.

Anyway.

The next sets are gonna focus on two great women, Milla and Ellie. I’ll say more about them when I can illustrate my text with more pictures. For this moment, here is one shot from last night, where they performed body suspension with hooks. It can sound awful for some people (then, don’t bother waiting for the pics), but for the sadist in each of us, this is a rather great experiment to watch. Sorry, I didn’t hook myself. With the mood I am in tonight, I’d go straight for a knife and cut pieces of flesh off my body. Hooks are to nice for a massacre.

Anyway, I’ll be post-producing for the next days.

See u ! 😉

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