
I wanted to create a kind of cliché picture of a woman, who has reduced herself by her outer appearance to a toylike figure. The woman in this picture seems de-humanized. She seems to be all plastic, like a doll.
Yet she is a human being, dressed in a way that it hurts the eye of an emancipated female viewer.
A typical cliché male fantasy coming true. Is it really like that?
Does the average man really have such fantasies? It seems so, when I look around. It gives me the creeps as a viewer, when I see those kind of women in a mans magazine or anywhere else in the media - and sad enough, even on the streets, in nightlife I have seen these figures, these bad copies of a "real woman".
Maybe it is the wish to fit in, to become equal. Being part of a uniform crowd of people must feel powerful.
Maybe it takes more courage to be individual and to show it.
But maybe these women are very smart and know exactly what they are doing. And are perfectly happy with the image they create.
I do my best not to judge, but I can't help my feelings of misunderstanding.
I honestly dont know, if I feel sympathy or disgust. And I don't know, if I have always resisted to be like that.
I chose an old butcher's working space, where once over-bred animals have been killed to feed us. Even for people who eat meat, this is not the kind of place they'd call cosy, nice and warm, I'm sure.
It's a room, where lives have ended, cold and creepy.
I tried to make a photo, that at the first glance seems to be just one of many commercial photos, that we are used to see. A photo, working with the easy-to-follow rule of "sex sells".
A woman dressed in a cheap sexy way, selling a product, that promises the female buyer the entrance to the club of the "Hot and Sexy Women" or that promises the male consumer to become attractive to the "Hot and Sexy Women" on this planet.
But there is no product to be sold with this picture, is it?
The woman is not interacting with the viewer. Neither is she interacting with someone (obvious) or something. Is it the woman, who is selling herself? Or is she already "bought" by someone? Is it her free will to be there? Is she in danger? Who or what is behind the door that only she can see - her murderer, her saviour, her victim?
Its not obvious, if the woman is the victim and if the observer is supposed to sympathize with her. She is smiling wide. She is
unscathed. She doesn't seem scared - does she?