Imagine. Drifting on the surface of the big blue. Waiting. Energy of the deep, Coming closer. In sight. Now. ‘If only my eyes weren’t salty. And there were no white peaky waves.’ For a moment I wished for smoothness and glassiness. But this is it. It is now. It is rough. I’m in awe. The Ocean enters my mouth. I cough. I look over and watch my friend, I ask him ‘What do we do’? He replies ‘Just be you and enjoy’. I dive. He dives too. I use my sense of sight for a second, But then just let their energy guide me, wherever they want me to go. Close but not too close. In respect of their personal space, I reach for their energy. I rise back to the air. I’m overwhelmed. I breath deep and duck down one last time, To see their shadow disappear in the unknown. Thank you mother, Thank you mother nature.
Photography by Christian Vizl Taken in Dominica on an enlightening 4day boat trip
"A mutual friend introduced me to Marisa Papen. After meeting and talking to her, I knew she was the one to take this task of skateboarding through the streets of New York! Marisa was practicing barefoot on the board, and she was killing it! As I was watching her, I realized something was missing. She needed high heels! I asked if she could skate in heels and she replied: “not sure, do you have a pair…” I did, and that’s what made everything more than just images of a chick on a skateboard, now she’s a woman in control!"
"The next day we set out to create some exciting art. Our first stop was in the meatpacking district, next to a construction site. She proceeded to take off her clothes and started skating, and even the construction workers were so shocked watching this beautiful woman skating down the street, they didn’t even say one word!"
"With one down and many more locations to visit, our next stop was the Flatiron Building, then 33rd Street, just around the corner from Macy’s, Time Square leaning on an NYPD van, Penn Station, and more. It was a typical crazy day as the streets were packed with New Yorkers going to work and tourists. What was hysterical, were the looks on people’s faces seeing a naked skateboarder shredding through traffic! Yes, all photographs were taken on the streets of New York City and no pigeons were harmed during the filming."
Get your board on, take your shirt off. Collaboration with Spleen Wear, out now!
And I know, you might ask yourself, why the f* would Marisa make some T-shirts, she doesn't wear anything herself...! If I'm not on the beach or in some other beautiful natural environment, I do leave the house wearing clothes. Unfortunately... Very minimal though... These T-shirts are made with super high-quality material in great conditions. And that's basically why. So with this being said, please always check where your clothing comes from. What material it's made of... Etc. I can assure you, these shirts are 100% Marisa-proof.
'Exclusive collaboration with Marisa Papen. This t-shirt displays a picture of Marisa Papen in a polaroid format on the chest.The tee shirt depicts a societal issue about insignificant endeavors vs the beauty of woman. Spleen tee shirts are 100% organic cotton and all have an oversized fitting. All Spleen item are limited edition and are produced in less than 100 pieces.' https://spleenwear.com/collections/t-shirt/products/t-shirt-marisa-papen-spleen-throphy
'Exclusive collaboration with Marisa Papen. This t-shirt displays a picture of Marisa Papen in an old carwash in the United States. The t-shirt depicts the societal issue about the usage of sex in advertising. Spleen tee shirts are 100% organic cotton and all have an oversized fitting. All spleen items are limited edition and are produced in less than 100 pieces.' https://spleenwear.com/collections/t-shirt/products/t-shirt-marisa-papen-carwash
First of all, ‘don’t judge a book by its title’… This purely implies the shame you, dear reader, (perhaps) will project on me because I have done something so disrespectful, I should burn in hell. I know my mailbox is about to fill up with threats and angriness again - to all the people typing down their furiosity right now, save your energy. I don’t even open them.
After my escapades in Egypt (read here). I knew that I wanted to push the bounderies of religion and politics even further. Breaking down the walls that have been build to keep all our wandering souls on this planet somehow under control. With other words, showing my personal religion in a world where freedom is becoming a very luxurious thing.
That freedom this time was captured by Mathias Lambrecht on a 3-day road trip through Israël. From Tel Aviv to Jerusalem, to the Dead Sea and back. I don’t know if this was coincidence or not, but exactly when we arrived the American embassy opened and on the day we were in Jerusalem, Israël was celebrating their 70 year independence-anniversary. While the rest of Jerusalem was celebrating, I was enjoying the afternoon sun on a rooftop after a morning of running around in the desert - capturing our last frames of the trip.
I’ll probably share some more images of this series later on but for now, the other images of this series can be seen at the Frank Rose Gallery in Knokke, Natiënlaan 52. Which will be open from today till the end of September.
You compare yourself to a flower Feeling the wind Dancing You grow unfolding your petals To the sun Soaking Naked in the rain You compare yourself to a flower Smelling of nature's beauty Unapologetically With each breath Cleansing the air Healing Part of the earth A symbol with hidden depth that goes beyond Immaculate form You compare yourself to a flower A flower The condensation of sun wind and rain Grounded Ever changing composition Earths art constantly becoming something new A flower is a product of passion
Molten lucent lava, burning black darkness. Cherry-red tears slowly rolling down those rocky cheeks. Following the ashen path of fire. Crackly noise of a planet that’s changing shape. Moving together with the shifting crust, Unknowing, in wonder. Tumbling and tumbling… Lavishly. Explosively. Erupt.
And… then randomly, impetuously cool down again. Like nothing ever happened.
Usually when I arrive at a place that is unexplored territory, the first thing I do is go for a walk, look for food, feast my eyes. But after a past few really intense days in Turkey, I didn't feel like leaving my room yet. Here's all the angles from a tiny space in huge a building that's gonna be my bedroom for the next couple of hours.
Good night x
'I added some pictures underneath the initial story from when I finally did go outside :)' 'That goldfish market was one of the most upsetting things I've seen in a while, adults juggling around those plastic bags, looking for their perfect batch. Next week there's gonna be a dog-eating festival in the next town from where I'm staying right now. What the ****???!'
When I looked myself in the mirror around this time last year I felt transformed. My blonde manes got taken down till the root, shaved it all of (actually I made my baby brother do it, with doubt in his eyes but a quirky smile on his face). The very next day I felt the urge popping up to share my new look with the world (aka facebook), silly I know, but nevertheless I installed my camera, made a self-portrait and ditched my old profile picture. The variety of commentary coming at me was huge. It was super interesting to read how some people were loving my ‘’next-level-naked-look” and other seemed in total shock... some even decided to unfollow my work because I wasn’t ‘Marisa’ anymore - ‘how is that even possible?’ Questions and opinions kept coming my way; ‘Are you going to stop creating photographs? Are you sick? Why would you ‘cut off’ your femininity’ Hair is what defines a woman!!’ Some of those statements made me think. What is that we carry in our hair? What does our hair say about us? Even about humanity... Girls that spend thousands of dollars for the perfect ombre (or was that in 2016?!;)) Guys that are getting groomed like dogs. To me it’s all a little much but then again that’s just an opinion from a girl who thinks everyone looks best when walking straight out of the Ocean with a salty head (hair or no hair).
The next morning when I went out for a run in the rain everything made even more sense. I felt streamlined, powerful, resourceful - not only my head but my entire body felt differently. I felt light like a feather but solid like a bullet. The cold drops of rain dripping down my face brought almost tears to my eyes, well actually not almost… When I got back home I jumped straight from the cold pouring rain into a hot steaming shower - almost tears again ;)
And as I go from totally bare to watching new growth come in for the first time in my life, the idea of starting over seems completely natural. So, let’s see where this fresh load of hair will take me this time. But I will go back to bald one day, that’s for sure!
At first I was going to pen down a story influenced by the Greek Mythologie but in some way it just wouldn't work out. I could have made a different selection of images probably that would have made it simpler to tie everything together... But decided I just wanted to share my favorite images with you rather than my words. So here you go :)
Also,here's 2 other stories that we created on this same trip! LOVE GAME & LA PULPO PS: the fish was dead and consumed after (not by me)
Money unlocks the gate to happiness some people say… And I have to admit, it is the key to a lot of things. I mean, if my bank account would be completely empty I wouldn’t be able to explore this World the way I’ve been doing the last couple of years… and since exploring is what makes me happy… there is some truth in it, I guess.
But I will always remember this story my father once told me when I was about 8 years old… It was a Saturday night and we were driving back home from our every week grandmother-visit. Dinner, play some games, watching F.C. De Kampioenen (great Belgian TV-show)… Right before F.C. De Kampioenen would start, there was a 5 minute intermezzo that revealed the winning numbers of the lottery that week. Without even knowing what it was about, I was super intrigued by the whole show. I wanted to play too!! Result = whining little Marisa. So then my dad decided to tell me what’s the name of the game and what had happened to one of his close friends that had won the Lottery twice in his life. Not sure what the chances are but that’s a lot of ‘good luck’! Only a few years after having hit the big jackpot for the second time, he committed suicide. Sadly all that ‘good luck’ didn’t pay off for him.
Those words always stayed with me ever since and after having travelled a bunch and sometimes being around people who have made it, money-wise… Owning a lot does not at all mean having a richer life.
Then again, sad but true we need money to live.
So what’s quickest way to get your hands on one of those keys and cash fast? Gambling… Right?! Although my path had brought me to Vegas several times before, I had never hit the slots. Maybe because of my fathers story or maybe because I’m generally happy and I don’t need one of those keys or maybe because I was just too fascinated with people who were putting their money on the table… Seeing a natural high in their eyes, blinded by those flashy bright lights.
This time there was no escape, it was my turn to get the Vegas-VIbe on. I have to admit, it was fun. Just not as fun as throwing of my clothes, feeling free and escaping into my own World again.
Hot Trash's "One More Chance (feat. MELI)" shares the familiar experience of wondering if you did the right thing ending your relationship. Most of us have romanticized how blissful it would all be with just one more chance.
The video represents the feeling you have when you see an old photo of an ex in your phone, reminiscing about the best of times, and temporary amnesia about the truth, making up a romantic story of how it could be again. Starring world renowned Artist and Nudist Marisa Papen, she shares her thoughts on art, freedom and truth with us; "Being true to who we are is the most important thing to me. We face daily news of abuse of power, sexually and otherwise. Many too fearful to come forward before are finally sharing their voice and truly being heard, knowing they matter, it's so freeing. We also see countless Instagram models looking for likes by exploiting themselves physically while often being judged negatively or blamed for unwanted advances for showing off their bodies. Freedom to be in our truth is a birth right, showing our bodies isn't an invitation for unwanted sexual advances, nor is being naked not an art form, so the controversy around people's rights to be nude feels like a law against our nature. Nudity seems to be extremely confusing for many, no one should be ashamed, abused or forced to hide themselves. I see our bodies as entirely unique, beautiful and ours to do with as we please, as long as we do not harm another. I hope that by sharing my body and art I free peoples beliefs of stigmas, empower them, and open their minds. Much like feeling confined in a relationship that isn't working, many are confined by societies decided on judgements. Now that people are feeling more courageous to express their truth, we are taking back our power. I love feeling free so I choose to make my art surrounded by nature and the beautiful places that draw attention to things that matter to me. Being arrested for my art and the feeling of being free is something I stand firmly against."
Marisa Papen is a 25 year old nude-artist from Belgium. Born in the town of Paal, she grew up feeling more comfortable nude than in clothing. Recently arrested for entering the pyramids at Giza sans clothing, she made global news headlines.
Hot Trash, comprised of artists Kelly Halloran and Rocco Gardner, will release their freshman album in February, One More Chance is the first single featuring vocals by Meli, recorded at Rancho V in Pioneertown, CA.
One more chance (feat. MELI) by Hot Trash
Coloring: J Bookallil
Director, Editor: Rocco
Assistant editor: Jonathan Covert
#PLASTICSUSHI GOES #PLANETPLASTIC Not only life underneath the Big Blue surface has considerable marks of human fingerprints, (obviously) our whole planet has. The Earth has been through several major catastrophes and mass extinctions before, but this is the first one in human history - and yes, all thanks to… Ourselves.
When I was a little kid I remember being glued to the screen when watching wildlife documentaries on National Geographic. I’d even have dreams at night about wildlife and wild places. I remember one dream very fondly. I was running barefoot in the middle of a huge stretch of zebras while the big orange ball of fire was setting behind majestic curly trees. It was marvelous - the realest thing I had ever seen, even though if it was nothing more than a dream. When I woke up, I knew that one day, I’d be running there for real, on African soil, through a sun-covered Savannah, gallopping with those zebras.
And then this October, 20 years after that dream I found myself In Central Africa, Congo, the land of Gold and Blood. On a mission to realize my vision. Although a few days before my actual arrival, Olivier, our host told us, there would only be a very small chance to spot some animals in the real wilderness. There was a game reserve (not a zoo, the animals are actually wild and have a lot of space) pretty close to where we were staying he said, but I still wanted the real deal. He thought I was aware of the statistics. And I was... but I had no idea the situation was this bad.
Unfortunately he was indeed more than right... 10 days of driving through incredible nature... Encounter with animals: One baboon.
For hundreds and thousands of years these African Savannahs were overflowing with wildlife. However, thanks to man’s destructive ways, these animals have been completely disappearing. To give you an idea, here's some numbers from Kudelungu and Upemba: 32000 elephants to 180, 1000 zebras to 78, The last lion was seen in 1973, The last buffalo in 1991, The last rhino in 1954, Cheetah and wild dogs have also disappeared, there’s simply not enough prey left for them to eat. Almost this entire decline is down to human activity. Habitat loss, deforestation, climate change and the biggest felony here in Congo; poaching.
It's safe to say that Africa’s wildlife is in jeopardy, the situation is immersily critical!
Fortunately it's not entirely too late yet... there's still hope thanks to organizations such as Forgotten Parks. These people are risking their lives day in day out to protect the remaining animals and introduce new wildlife again. The rangers localize poacher camps, they rescue hurt/dying animals, they look for traps that have been put out by the poachers, and they train the rangers very hard to fight them if necessary. Forgotten Parks also created an incredible educational system where they teach local children about animal rights, the importance of what the rangers do and so on and so on... I could keep on preaching about this organization for a much longer time but just check out their actions yourself: www.forgottenparks.org
If you don't buy this Calendar please consider making a donation through their website anyways. Because we all, politicians, businesses, you and me, have an interest and a responsibility to act right now and to protect what we all value: a healthy future for nature, animals and so, ourselves...
I hope this project will open some eyes and it will be the start of a change that has to happen.
The profit of #PLANETPLASTIC goes out to Forgotten Parks.
And last but definitely not least, a special thanks to legendary photographer Uwe Ommer, Marie-Aude & Olivier Delafoy from Hamaji Magazine and Robert Muir from Forgotten Parks Foundation. Love, Marisa