That silent, invisible, porcelain monument, Glossy and sculpted and made in our curious form. Shaped to fit its one particular function. Closeted away behind its own door, it exists on a social divide, on its own turf unlike anything else in the world. From across the room, it is furniture, necessary and ungainly. But from upon, the dynamic changes. Its awkward and humorous surface is broken, its urgent service availed, and what is revealed!?


Welcome to the blog of Sitters. The project is a study through portraiture of the most unifying of all themes human, the toilet. This project is all about revealing the hidden. There could scarcely be a ritual so ancient or emblem of civilisation so indelible, that is less acknowledged. Its function is the function of the human body, an age old marriage.

Yet it is difficult to visualise. We can hardly recall the where and when of our life's visitations let alone the events that surround them (except for the unspeakably extreme). For something so common, so universal, it is unmatched in its unfamiliarity. It is private, closed and altogether invisible. The aim of Sitters is to show the toilet and its inevitable role as who we are. The project flushes out the taboo and restraint that surrounds the subject and plumbs the small entitlements we take for granted. That's all the toilet jokes i promise.























Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Base Camp: Image 1






After almost a month of gruelling, detail grinding planning, I am proud to say that sitters is away! I have just finished the first shoot and i could not be happier. Nothing could be finer than cutting my teeth on a sensitive and suspect topic than with someone with absolutely zero self consciousness. At All.

For the props me and Carlos had to pull out all the stops of resourcefulness. Carlos' dapper zapatillas , some very tight womens' trousers and the underwear for a 4year old. No sacrifice unworthy to get the shot right, no expense spared. All in all, i can think of maybe only one restraint the whole time...



Move along now, nothing to see

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