Category: FebPhotoFest2018

As soon as I saw this rather austere sofa under the mirror in the middle of the chilly hall, I knew it would be perfect for all manner of erotic or downright filthy photos – many of which would require external assistance.

However, there was something about the combination of hard, unyielding floor and dusty old fabric that made sitting on the sofa itself feel almost unnecessary. Instead I wanted to spread myself out at its feet, and think about what I might be told to do next by whoever was sitting there. Think about all the ways I could offer my body and my services before they pulled me up next to them.

For a good while, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do February Photo Fest again this year. Even though I really enjoyed taking part last time, there’s no getting around the fact that it’s a big commitment – creatively, and in terms of time and organisation – especially for someone who spectacularly failed to finish his December Dick Fest calendar just a few weeks ago.

It was only when I started to see other people’s photos appear in my Twitter timeline, and when I suddenly got excited about all the great posts Liv has got lined up for the next few weeks, that I realised how much I’d miss it if I stayed on the sidelines. That coincided with an overnight trip to a quirky little hotel on the riverfront in Pisa, and a couple of photo opportunities that I simply couldn’t pass up…