In this series of self portrait photographs, I placed myself in two different settings. The bedroom, and a vault. The difference in vulnerability became unavoidable. Wearing nothing but a corset, laying in my own bed, I immediately felt the tendency to perform for the camera. Like there was a man replacing the lens. A glare waiting to endure pleasure. The intention of my spine became my focus. A structure resembling nothing of gender. Confirmative to a man’s world, I’ve never felt most myself when displayed as feminine. Having a small chest meant I could be laughed at as I wasn’t ‘woman’ enough. But who said that? Who allowed that? Men. Showing my spine was the biggest act of vulnerability as it was my bare skin with no relocation to any confirmative characteristics. 

It felt ugly until i remembered we speak the language of men.