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A letter to my photographer.
Dear Wilma,
It is difficult, if not impossible, to capture thoughts and feelings in words. I tried to catch it. It has become a kind of story of our collaboration.
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Actually, I rarely looked at Kunstinzicht.nl, but in November 2024 my attention was drawn to the bulletin board “visual art/model wanted” by a call in which a photographer called on men to go for a project on masculinity and male nudity.
This intrigued me so much that I decided to come forward to learn more about this project. In fact, I quickly received a response from you with a list of questions.
I remember well that I had trouble with your questions about masculinity and what my own body meant to me, because that way I had never thought about it.
I sent the answers back and then it remained silent and your project had fallen far into my mind, until I received an email from you at the end of January 2025 asking: “Are you still interested in working on the project? I’d love to hear from you.”
My interest was rekindled and after some email exchange we made an appointment to get acquainted in a personal conversation in café Floor in Rotterdam. I then understood that it could take a while before you would contact me again, because you had to make a plan and such.
I had pretty much forgotten about the project when I received an email from you in July 2025 asking:
“It’s summer and a nice temperature to be able to take pictures outside. Do you have time this summer?
I can no longer find it exactly in my notes and the emails, but I think you told us in our meeting about a piece of nature where you like to walk and what you saw as a suitable location. Is that true, can you tell me again, and is the place quiet enough to work undisturbed for a long time?
I think it would be nice to photograph you in the twilight, you told me about space, freedom, stars, feeling small, peace, connection with the cosmos…”
Only then did it really dawn on me that the foreplay (of email and getting acquainted) was now really going to lead me to be photographed naked by you. The obligation was really gone.
I felt my heart beat because of the tension this caused me. For a moment I considered blowing it off, but then I thought: Whoever says A must also say B and I put on the naughty shoes and emailed you back with bravado: “I think it would be fun (and exciting) to let you photograph me!”
After some back and forth, we chose the river landscape and Tuesday 16 July as the backdrop and date for the photo shoot. A few more days then separated me from the hour of (naked)truth.
Not that it was constantly in my mind, but still the thought regularly came to mind that our appointment was getting irrevocably closer and I tried to imagine how I would feel with your camera pointed at me. I felt it was best to pretend that this was my daily job and not to think too much about being naked. This also applies to prevent unwanted male reactions.
Your statements in your article “You can’t hide in nude photography”: “Nude photography in conjunction with personality is also very intimate, it really makes you naked” and “You’re as naked as you can be,” regularly haunted my mind and I realized it was my turn now.
Tuesday night you picked me up at the carpool. I saw you coming, and when you got out, you spontaneously gave me an embrace. What struck me about you immediately were your friendly eyes and the fact that you were just pretending it was a routine job for you, and of course I realized that. I got in the car with you and we drove together towards river and I decided to let things happen. We talk about cows and calves and your project. Meanwhile, the thought kept coming through me that the hour of truth was getting very closer. I decided to pretend that all this was the most common thing in the world and not to think about it too much. Because thinking about being naked, being watched and photographed, does cause an erotic tension and I wanted to try to avoid it.
You took your camera and the heavy tripod from the trunk and we walked into the Steenwaard as if it were an ordinary evening walk. We walked on and talked about the birds in the area, I think. I tried to get the thought of what was to come out of my head. The sky cleared and the low sun came through. Exactly the conditions you wanted for the shoot.
You saw a nice place with water and decided we could start there. I realized that you expected me to undress, and so I did. Don’t think about it, just get out of those clothes. There I was “The Model.” The lyrics of the song “Flighting can no longer” shot through my head. You asked me to go into the water so you could shoot with backlights.
With the water up to my ankles and you with your camera behind me: “Can you turn around and look at my eyes so that it looks like you are looking into the lens,” you said. Obediently, I turned around trying to adopt the desired position with relaxed facial muscles and tense abdominal muscles. There I was: Really as naked as I could be and that’s how it felt.
“All right, relax, look at my eyes” and click, click, it went quickly one after the other.
This continued while I was aware of my nakedness and that you were looking at me, but could still push it into the background. It seemed unrealistic to me, like a dream.
You looked at the pictures and decided it was good and we walked on.
Clothes on, clothes off, find position, move slowly, relax, look at my eyes, click, click. It seemed routine to be a model. Time flew by and the sun almost went down. It was time to go back, the work was done.
Driving back, I realized that I was immortalized naked that night and that I would have little or no control over what will happen next with the photos.
I certainly don’t regret working on your project. In fact, it is even addictive and I would join again if you asked: once in a studio with hot lights would also be nice to me.
Greetings,
Naked-Nick