That’s me, Marla Singer. That’s the book, the book you’d love to hold in your precious scabbed up hands (don’t think I didn’t notice). Aran created the book for you, just you. He had a detailed dream in which he walked the perimeter of the void in your life. The void was in the shape of this story. Meaningful, isn’t it?
Proof I did something this summer. <3 Loveliest crew imaginable.
My newest short film “PAINT”. Ruminations on the violence of art, ft. music by “Crippled Black Phoenix”
I could find shots to work on from this session with Ms. Singer for weeks to come… I won’t, I’m done, moving on. Till we shoot again ms. singer.
Those liiiines.
© Jeanloup De Loupe - Model: Marla Singer
Thanks to JT Young for capturing this day and state. It’s challenging, but some of the best photos seem to be when my face is swollen from crying.
I’m sick right now. I shared a beautiful evening full of laughter with her loveliness. It’s time for me to re-evaluate my goals, but I’m more interested in the morning sun streaming through the lace curtains.
You have no idea how liberating this experience was. Pain, constriction, gentle hands of trusted friends, Visha Fucking Loo’s latex, Jeremy Adshade’s photography. I’ve always been a person who seeks control over a situation but with M doing the tying I let go and was able to find a deeper sense of comfort. I can’t say that being tied was necessarily sexual, but I find deep emotional release. Thank you all. See you at Strangelings.
Photographer: Jeremy Adshade
Latex: Wares and Wear
Rope bondage: Milo
Model: Marla Singer
Desktop by Crimson Events
Oh. My. God.
Merci, Tim.
I give you the magical makings of Will Young. His mind is powerful and he had many, many sheets of paper towel.

