Sunday morning comin’ down
In the morning you are the most naked, without even a single layer of protection forced to face the light and the memories you want to forget. I went to San Francisco to photograph young men working with selling their body and in the sex industry.
I usually start with a theme and but end up trying to present a mood, a state of mind. It is about waking up having bad memories, a feeling of loneliness and despair. This is all particularly evident on Sundays when you are supposed to be with your close ones.
The images are intended to convey a feeling that something bad has happened, recently or in the distant past, leaving a silent void behind. Portraits are mixed with images of empty natural settings, closed shops and Sunday picnics. Being with these men I got a feeling that every day involves waking up with a “Sunday depression”, which is then quickly “killed. The pale light is the threat in the pictures, it burns the skin. It is a history thru their skin and eyes, that not just is about where or who they are right now, more a reflection on what brought them here.
I am drawn to nature and skin that has been abandoned. I am interested in how the environment affects one, the heritage given to us and how hard it might be to break out from it. By repeating certain subjects in the series, I try to create a sense of emotional patterns that go into a continuous loop.