A good year ago...
This octopus got washed up dead on the shore, unfortunately.
"Unlike many prudes born in turtlenecks with judgements already formed, Marisa Papen was born naked and free.
As you all probably know, I love cruising around naked.
And everywhere I go, I try to do so.
Sometimes I have to be a little more careful depending on the country I’m at, but here in Jamaica I felt everything was possible. So I took the bull by the horns and threw of those f*cking clothes!
The beach was never really far out of sight so even when wandering through the streets I kept my chest wild and free. Although it’s not common over here, they thought it was cool.
“Respect man” they would say, or yell, or scream.
When I went for a last swim before I had to catch my plane back, an old lady pulled me over, who was all dressed-up to go to Sunday’s church - She stated really quietly with a big bright smile… “Are you really walking on the street half naked and pulling it off?” I said: “Yes I actually am, you should try it as well” She laughed (hard) She said “I could never, but it’s a beautiful thing to see” We chatted for a little bit.
I’m letting the pictures fill out the rest of the story!
If we dare to dream the impossible dream,
If we dare to make a commitment,
To ourselves, or to anybody else.
We’ll push ourselves to explore the unknown or even to enter another World.
Impossible obstacles will be swept away by allowing new thoughts.
We’ll get lifted up and magic will unfold.
We’ll flow from rewind to renewal,
Reinvented through self-confidence and courage.
A transformation on a level of existence…
An energy that will stop flowing in recognizable patterns.
A state of being that is constantly moving.
But only in an upwards direction.
A place where time and space are irrelevant.
Photography by Elena Kulikova
Over 11,000 years ago there existed an Island in the middle of the Atlantic ocean populated by a noble and powerful race. The people of this land possessed great wealth thanks to the natural resources found throughout their island.
It was a center for trade and commerce between Europa and Africa.
This was the Island of Atlantis...
The legend of Atlantis is a story about a moral, spiritual people who lived in a highly advanced, utopian civilization. But they became greedy, petty, and "morally bankrupt," and the gods "became angry because the people had lost their way and turned to immoral pursuits," Orser says. As punishment, he says, the gods sent "one terrible night of fire and earthquakes" that caused Atlantis to sink into the sea.
Read more about the story of Atlantis here :)
Photography by Jörg Billwitz
Turning my blossom like a flower,
tracking the motion of the sun.
Across the sky, from East to West.
Counting down during the Night, waiting for the next Light.
I feed my roots to grow.
And at dawn, I turn around towards the east again,
where the sun rises.
Every day I change a little bit.
And the higher I get from the ground, the closer I get to something else.
A night in Paris
A week in Belgium
Our last kiss in Greece
Till that time it felt like love
You wouldn't know my name until the morning
You smiled when you said it
You want me to kiss you but I won't
You become frustrated with how rashly I take some things and wait for others
You grow restless
I look up from my book and tell you
"The banker thinks that wants a bussines, the Christian of sin, the girl of our love"
You said "it's cheating to speak from books."
"Didn't I have any words of you own" you ask.
I kiss you,
You say "Come to Belgium"
I kiss you again.
All you left was a note
You sound reckless as if it's an insult.
You scribble with fury at my indifference
You leave me with the thought you may never finish
I feel like I've known you many lives and not at all.
French lessons for an English boy.
Video by Daniël Guevera
Directed by x Models
Music by Pink Sock
Voice by Otto Liepzig
For Feminist Cowboy
A journey of self discovery,
Drawn to space, shapes and abstractness.
Finding truth in the emulsion.
Photography by Davis Ayer
Do you think if we could see underwater,
We would open our eyes?
Would we open our eyes and explore the unknown
Or would we just float,
float close enough to the surface,
where we could find a reflection of ourselves?
And then stare and stare,
And maybe even forget we can only breath the sky.
Or would we reach for the light,
when we would realise we've been hiding in the dark.
Or should we trust the current with our sight?
And flow and flow forever.
Till we can truly see.
Without having any intention to create something on this short trip to Mexico, the amount of beauty surrounding us made it really hard to resist :)
So we gave in and let nature speak.
Hope you enjoy!
Just to be clear, all of these images are 100% real. 0% photoshop.
There’s something special about Islands. The vibe, the air, the people…
It’s a feeling that gets to me every single time when ‘I have arrived’. Although every Island is somehow different, the energy remains the same. It doesn’t have anything to do with the beautiful nature in particular. It’s more about the vibration I sense.
No borders, no time.
Islands are limited but they’re united.
People, animals, nature, they all work together. With their own set of conditions, life can evolve differently. There are no fake/invented borders. They are surrounded by the border of life. Our Ocean.
People living on Islands just sit back and watch life. They watch life without having the feeling that the big dictator ‘Time’ is watching with them. Time is a concept. When the sun rises, a new day begins. When it sets, a new night begins. It’s as simple as that.
I always think it’s beautiful, yet painful seeing tourists forgetting time. A one-week escape from their busy lives. Taking of their watches, not scheduling every minute of the day. You can literally see a physical change. The realization that the sun doesn’t live by the clock and you don’t need to either, can change your entire perception.
That’s why I love Islands, they have the capacity to remind us what it’s like to just breathe. And to hear nothing but the waves and the wind.
A mix of images, in front and behind the lens, taken in Zanzibar.
''A short journey through the dreams and nightmares of the Belgian model Marisa Papen.'
"There I was.
Born out of stone.
Carved by wind and sand.
Part of a blazing world.
But the wind formed waves.
Bringing blood and broken shards.
Crushing me, pulling me under.
There I was.
Lost, hopeless, alone.
Ripped open by the wind and stone
I was once made of.
My origin - now my enemy.
Struggling to keep afloat.
Trying harder, pushing, never enough.
But I will not break.
I will not cave in.
I am strong - like the stone I was made of.
Let the waves comes in."
Director & DP: Arne Totz
Production: Friends & Fellows
Writer: Svenja Berthold
Colorist: Marina Starke
Sound Design: 1-LOUDER (Dublin)
Mix: 1-LOUDER / LAB-3
Voice: Marisa Papen
At the beginning of 2016 I decided that one of my projects this year would be to create a Calendar. 12 beautiful, sensual images in a dreamy set-up…
This idea soon became less appealing, somehow it just seemed too easy… One afternoon of shooting with a great photographer and it would be a wrap. Selling it for 50bucks - Cha-ching!! (If a few thousand people would find it worth spending their money on of course;) )
I wanted a project that would take over my mind. Something that would inspire me. Something where my creativity could flow lavishly and where I’d have the opportunity to collaborate with different artists from all around the world. But most importantly, something for a good cause.
Since I’ve always been very drawn to the Ocean and the Ocean has been giving me so much life, love and energy, I decided I wanted to create awareness about what I’ve seen the last couple of years... The plastic-problem so called… A simple walk on any beach, anywhere, and the plastic waste spectacle is present. Even the most utopian places are not immune anymore.
We’ve been touching nature with reckless force and soon we have to pay the price. All sea animals, from the biggest to the microscopic organisms are breathing toxic seawater infused with chemicals from plastic decomposition. Since we, as humans, eat fish that have eaten other fish, which have eaten toxin-saturated plastics, we are eating our own waste… You’d ask yourself, how senseless could we be? Poisoning ourselves… Poisoning other animals… Poisoning the world… Things have got to change. Right now.
By buying this Calendar you will save the Ocean a little bit.
A fair amount goes to Mission Blue, an initiative of the Sylvia Earle Alliance (S.E.A.) to ignite public support for the protection of Hope Spots—special places that are vital to the health of the ocean, the blue heart of our planet.
As I assumed people didn’t want to put a picture of a bleeding entangled sea lion, turtle or dolphin on their wall… I tried to show some of the issues in a ‘subtle’, sometimes surreal way. I hope I somehow succeeded in this :)…
THESE IMAGES ARE NOT THE ACTUAL CALENDAR-IMAGES
These are outtakes, created throughout the last year by different photographers (caption).
Buy your Calendar here; www.plastic-sushi.com
Just before Summer started.
Flo picked me up at the airport wearing fancy shades, as only a real chillinmaster would. It was the first time we met but we got a long straight away. Our minds were riding the same wave.
We only had a 15minute car-ride ahead before we would arrive. Flo explained me a little bit more about ‘the suite’ and his idea behind the whole concept. I was stoked, couldn’t wait to get there.
There it was; Hidden somewhere in the forrest of La Douce Biarritz. A getaway, half shaded, half sunbathed, uphill surrounded by oaks and pinetrees. I had arrived, escaped for a week.
At that time I didn’t even know a bigger surprise was ahead.
Maybe I should tell you a little bit more about the chillinmaster-idea before I unpack the big surprise…
So, Somewhere in March I got an email from Flo with the proposal of spending some time at his family home. He was inviting all different kinds of artists during the Summer to live the chillinmaster-lifestyle. He wanted to offer a place for creation. A place without limitations and full of exploration. He wouldn’t tell me who was also going to stay at his place while I was there so I had no idea what to expect. His e-mail was quite point-on though, because straight away I said, yes!
Now back to my big surprise…
Flo unlocked the door and gave me a little tour. It felt like home! Then I met Emily. Just as I didn’t know what to expect, she didn’t know either. Emily never really photographed nude, swimwear she had done a bunch but nude… Not really… We opened a bottle of rosé and decided we would just explore the city, have fun and shoot whenever we felt like it. No plan!
Somehow I already know this isn’t going to sound like a big surprise anymore, so I’m just going to stop trying to build up to this climax. The baseline is, besides (in my opinion) creating some great images, in only 5 days a true friendship was made here. One that will last for a long long time…
Thank you Flo and Emily, je vous aime!
Photography by Emily Labouerie
Legacy Suite by Florent Gay
Lightly, slightly, I touch.
I perceive, I sense, I localize,
Discretely I embrace my surface.
A river of inner sensations starts flowing within.
The internal state of my body changes,
An eternal dance of resonance.
Intensity multiplies but everything feels more subtle.
I close my eyes to become me in a state of unity.
I grow conscious.
My palms touch my mind.
And from touch they go to carry.
Guided by a higher vibration,
I embrace my spirit.
Photography by Nicolas Guérin
Where the boat swayed underneath the sun.
The great unknown,
There I find my mystery,
In Oceans deep,
The deepest blue.
I take a dive.
My eyes lower then the waves,
moving in slow motion.
Blue, as far as I can see.
Ocean take me by the hand,
Lead me to the land,
Carry me to the golden rocks.
Photography by Stefan Rappo
The day after Ryan and I created these images together he did an interview with ARC.
When this came out Ryan texted me and told me I should have a read if I had the time. I started straight away.
His words made me smile.
They even transferred me.
I was back there, in that room, on that bed...
At first I was going to write down some of my own reflections, or a poem, or something else.
But I wanna share his words here with you instead.
So here they are...
IS THERE AN IMAGE THAT YOU ARE PARTICULARLY PROUD OF THAT YOU HAVE TAKEN RECENTLY AND WOULD LIKE TO TELL THE STORY?
It would be the shoot with Marisa yesterday for sure. She has an Instagram vibe that isn’t very similar to my own work but I just have this radar for people who I think are putting out something personal, who are working on something more than attention and money or reasons that I can see, that something inside them is driving them to be who they are putting out. I had that vibe from her without even talking, just from the internet, and we finally met up. I knew it was coming. I didn’t know how but I just knew. We shot really beautiful stuff and over dinner it just happened. We both got to share some really personal things that had just happened. It’s not my place to share any of her stuff but it just led to that People learn tips and tricks for taking emotional photos, but the incredible emotional art was there just being one foot away from each other. She said ‘You want to capture this, don’t you?’ and I answered ‘I do.’ She said ‘It’s fine, you can shoot anything.’ I didn’t take many photos of the most meaningful part of the whole shoot. I think I only took eight. Over an hour and a half it was very much as though the thing was really happening. We had that experience together and it was extremely relevant and honest and intimate. We were almost sharing the same physical space.
AND THESE WERE THE IMAGES THAT YOU MENTIONED BEFORE?
Yes, it was all about expression and the energy of what was happening. We were both laying down together on our sides, facing each other.
GOING BACK TO THE PROCESS BEHIND THIS, IS THE CAMERA VERY CLOSE TO YOU THEN, AS THOUGH YOU WERE WEARING GLASSES OR..?
It was right to my side. I just had it right next to me and it was a great balance. There was an hour and a half of beautiful moments. I just photographed the few times when I knew it was right. I didn’t change a single thing. I focused very quickly and snapped it and put the camera immediately behind my back until the next time.
Photography by Ryan Muirhead
It feels like I'm reborn again,
New life exists.
We all remember.
Where our cells once multiplied,
Our bodies recognize.
The closest form of embracement,
A natural connection.
Shot in Oahu - Hawaï (Waimano Falls & Crouching Lion) during our beautiful hikes
Photography by Michael Chichi
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