បានមើលច្រើនបំផុត ពី Four Chambers

There's something so special about adult films pre internet digitization, VHS tapes copied and circulated in your community, mailing lists and...

A muted record of beginnings

The Proximity series explores a digital replication of intimacy. The intense closeness of the camera highlights interactions sometimes lost in...

This is an exploration of screens and how they translate the visceral flesh of sex and bodies and what that now means today in an age of digital...

Why do we like to be called Mommy? The archetype of mother looms over us across cultures, it’s powerful and ubiquitous so it’s...

To get into the mess and fuck in the wreckage. To give over to pure physical sensation and stare into the void of atrocity, oblivion. The body as...

The history of traditional portraiture is about status and branding. With this portrait we were interested in breaking down those layers of...

The intersection of Femininity and The Grotesque, when femme-ness, glamour, glitter is exaggerated to the point of excess, stomach-turning...

The act of giving up control; devotion and subjugation. Dual states of purity and sin. The ritual of transcendence. The undertones of tension that...

Highlighting the intricacies lost in convention between two people focused solely in themselves.

The act of penetration at its core is invasion, sometimes intensely and acutely desired and begged for and sometimes more complex. The sensation is...

You're getting fucked without even knowing. Fucked behind your back. Fucked in the shadow of your absence.

We record, broadcast and replicate our images on an unprecedented scale. Observing and seeing.

Abjection is a complicated, multifaceted concept that this person is going to do a much better job of beginning to explain than me. It explores how...

A meditation on obscenity, censorship, the body, excess and restriction, fakery and reality. The series is based loosely around the alchemical...

Softness and wetness and opening yourself up. About consuming and feeding, being merged and joined. One consuming the other, both folding into each...

A Botticelli made flesh, two artist’s models in the studio sitting for a painting, laid out in the sun. Marble statues draped in sheets,...

Our orgies are acts of ritual celebration that against the odds, somehow, still here in the writhing and intertwining of smoke, sweat and bodies.

The period of time when the sun falls below the horizon line and tears of blue and orange gradiate the sky. I’ve always called this indigo hour...

Sleep is such a vulnerable state, it requires a complete letting go of control. Slipping out of waking consciousness into another world. A world...