The dichotomy of vulgarity and class is really where it’s at for me. Filth and romance. Pain and pleasure. Spit on my face while I’m wearing makeup and pearls. Wax poetic on my beauty while you wrap your hands around my throat. It feeds my soul. It inspires my freedom. It lets me breathe art.
If there’s no sex in your violence, what’s the point?
Oh, is this ever wonderful.
Thank you so much, Elliott xx
wondrfully written and i love those heels and sexy legs
thanks Sindee!
Stunning shot!
Rebel xox
Oh thank you! xox
Love the perspective in this image, and the shoes!
Thanks! They are by far my favorites. I only wish they were comfortable lol but they make great photos 😉
Amazing image and I can relate to the contradictions and contrasts of your words x
i have been nursing along a draft on art vs porn and whether there is any discernable conceptual difference. I’d love to talk with you about this, we should have a skype cocktail date to discuss! (if you’re up for it sometime!)
OMG that would be amazing! That’s a subject I’m super passionate about and is so relevant with this whole recent Patreon thing
Let’s do it! Next week maybe?
Absolutely.
Fantastic 💖
That edginess is very sexy to me too, I include it in my writing a lot.
Those shoes darling! They are melting me!