Photo credit: Guy Bourdin

This sounds like a sin but I can’t resist otherwise. Sensualizing beauty in an imaginative light seems to be my preoccupation. Neither aesthetic alone or beautiful light by itself could be satisfactory any longer; I might as well shut myself in a dark cell and be told the most beautiful creature is thrown inside with me would make little difference. However, if a narrow beam of light or even flood of angelic light would rush in then what a torture this moment would become. Photography has to serve this agonizing and longing purpose for me to feel true to my love for it. Plato mentioned of a vision of life like a play (something I still vaguely remember after two decades of reading the Republic immaturely then) so if one day this something called my soul would be lifting out of this body and boarding the next flight to a distance dimension then how splendid a handful of images would flash through rapturously while time accelerates at God’s speed. I guess, I spend time to collect some pictures now for that moment of grandiose departure. A long time or a short time is relative at the moment when you can look back, which we do all the time, as if it is a practice to that moment, through images fill with some sort of light on it. After all, I feel lucky Guy Bourdin forgot his shoe and Helmut Newton - his ultra real girls, for us. Thanks eternally.