How we behave in public is something we guard closely. There’s always someone watching, always someone ready to judge whether what we are doing is appropriate for where we are and whom we might represent. One step out of line and someone is sure to say something or, worse yet, bitch about it all over social media. The situation has gotten to the point that one has to question whether one is genuinely free when one has to always watch over their shoulder for someone with a phone taping their every move.
What we hide are our desires, that part of us that really doesn’t give a fuck about being appropriate and longs to give in to our more instinctive nature. Perhaps that desire is to wear fewer, different, or even no clothing. Perhaps that desire is to sing at the top of one’s lungs. Perhaps that desire is to smoke something that is still stupidly illegal in their state. We all have desires that we hide, or at least mute, but desperately long to let loose.
I am fortunate to have friends who are willing to let the camera see a part of them that can’t be shown publicly. This is a short set, only five images, but what we’ve done is attempt to juxtapose how one is presented in public versus how they might prefer to express themselves. Reality versus desire. If you could, what would you do? Would you let me take pictures? Think about it.