This is how Whoretography started (part one)

Whoretography began because I had a crush on a bloke. Yup.  No surprises there. 

 

It's all because of a man. Well, not entirely but he was at the beginning of my Whoretography thought process.  His penis was inspired.  In more than one way.   I wanted to photograph him naked. I wanted to photograph us naked.  Mostly I wanted to photograph him naked whilst he was fucking me.  I had no intention of sharing the images with anyone except him. I had no idea how I was going to hold the camera. I wanted to chronical us together and then tuck the photographs away in a box on a shelf next to the one marked Summer, Paris 2008. He was that glorious belle époque age of a man, 36. There is something incredibly sexy about a man at that age.  He just happened to be very photogenic.  Naked in my bed and a willing co-conspirator.

 

What started out as a post fucking (literally)  idea in 2014 has evolved into something somewhat remarkable.  We can all thank a certain strapping gentleman for that.  I was laying next to him one morning and just blurted out I want to photograph clients and sex workers together.  It was at the start of our sexual obsession with each other.  I did not have the balls to say I want to photograph us fucking. To bold perhaps. Instead, I said I want to photograph clients and sex workers.  I quipped that I'd call myself the Whoretographer. We laughed. He left and I thought to myself, well actually that's not a bad an idea.

 

We did,  of course, experiment with photography during the course of our over sexed, ill-conceived and entirely selfish affair.  He would agree and beg to be photographed.  Mainly whilst drunk.  Sexting me from his £1.3 million marital Battersea abode.  The baby asleep upstairs.   A whiskey in one hand. His cock in the other.  On more than one occasion he would come over and find cameras bracketed to the bedroom wall.  That night on that couch will always be a grainy set of prints. 

 

I wanted to capture the authentic intimacy we had.   That undeniable connection of two strangers taken out of context. Plonked naked next to each other for two hours every week for 3 years. I was over shooting weddings and wanted to shoot him.

To understand wedding photography you need to understand one thing. That you are creating the illusion of happiness, the falsehood of togetherness in one breathtakingly stunning set of images.  Photography as an agent for the  illusion of intimacy.  

If wedding photography is the illusion of faked intimacy then the antidote to that surely was to photograph married men with sex workers seeking the authentic intimacy that was faked in their wedding photographs. Sounds logical to me.

End of part one.