.a portion of time
.a chronological division
.the completion of a cycle
.a point . used to mark the end
a personal exploration of the meaning of "periods"
Concept & art direction by Solène Milcent
Performers: Mirva Kaarina
The 25/02, I went to the park, first day of my periods. I wrote on my journal a few lines about what I felt on my period being outside, in the park with the vegetation surrounding me...
Later that day, I was working on my computer in the coffee downstairs my place. The pains from my belly started to spread in my whole body. I felt ashamed. Run to the toilet and fainted for a few seconds.
I got inspired by that day, and the sentences I wrote.
We went to the park with Mirva, playing around with our cameras, and the light.
.the completion of a cycle
Being in quarantine now since a few days already, I am confronted to my "Inside", without any wait out (for now). Time is slower, the city seems like a village. I can sleep without earplugs at night. Every day, I go to the rooftop, and just gaze at all this space around.
This space that I can see, but cannot reach.
The experience we are living right now as individual, is shared by millions of humans at the same time. Maybe this moment can be taken as a blessing for the humanity.
Something almost unbelievable is happening.
Deep sadness, fear for our loved ones as the same time as deep moment of truth...
The lines I wrote for this edito a few week ago seems just ironic right now...
Being given this time... I oscillate between state of happiness, sadness, tranquility, and madness sometime.
When the "outside" is missing and I only have the "inside" to explore.
Listening to Mattia Vlad Morreo while working on this article
For this editorial I have been really inspired by Orlando by Virginia Woolf, and the movie inspired by this book. Orlando, with the great Tilda Swinton, directed by Sally Potter.
Here is a new notebook that I stared, because I found the old ones too messy... I am still using the old ones for messy notes and this one for organized notes and moodboard.
I speak from this place within me where there is no time, nor gender and no humans. A fluid world, a world that follows the nature paths, a world where we do not have to hide, a place where emotions are transparent.
I NEED TO STOP
AND LOOK INSIDE ME
WE ARE GODS
A big thank you to the people behind this project :
Concept,Photography and Art direction by Solène Milcent
Model is Guillermo Miranda / Instagram: @mirandaguillermo
and Myriam / Instagram: @myriammama
Make up by Anna González Schneider / Instagram: @makeuplikexnnx
In collaboration with :
The location : Filippo Ioco Studio Instagram: @filippoiocostudiogallery
The Brand : Bijoux Indiscrets / Instagram: @bijoux_indiscrets
A COLLABORATION WITH IMOGEN MANSFIELD & MAGDA JADWIGA HÄRTELOVA
To see the full project and the video : Imogen Mansfield Website
This project actually started like this for me a few months ago...
I had started to take some notes about the body and what was my own interpretation of my body, my feelings, my fears, my sexuality, just as a way to nourish some upcoming photographic project...
For this project I used my beloved 35 mm camera, my SLR polaroid, and a new acquisition : a Lomokino Camera...
Is Letting go Falling?
Leyla, was a photographic crush for me. One of my friend (Imogen) took a photography of her in Berlin. When I visited Imogen in Berlin, I ask her about this actress she once photographed during short movie shoot. This is how I met Leyla, an evening, not really planed, at her place.
I realize that most of my photographic story start with an encounter. That leads to a photographic encounter, and most of the time a friendship follow. I am not saying that is why I am taking photo of people. But this has definitely become a way to connect differently with people. Something a bit out of time. A photo shoot is always for me out of time. How long does that photo shoot with Leyla last? I am not sure. I just remember that at some point there where not enough light outside that I had to take some photos at very low speed, that’s why some of them ended up a it blurry. But that doesn’t really bother me.
Moments in our lives will never happen again in the history of time(as human understanding) And that makes them so precious for me...
This afternoon in May 2019 will never happen again. It was us, some cakes eaten in milk bath some dry flowers stolen to the roommate and a hungover.