Often, since the beginning of our relationship, I was fascinated to discover upon waking the untidy dinner table, the moved chairs, our clothes tangled, thrown on the floor anywhere from the night before while making love. It was a different landscape each time. I wonder why the idea of photographing it did not come to me sooner. Nor why I never proposed this to any man. Perhaps I considered there was something vaguely shameful or unworthy about it. In a sense, it was less obscene for me to photograph Mr.'s sex. Perhaps I could only do it with that man and at that time in my life.
Marc Marie Book order (chronological)
