Four Chambers Movies

Softness and wetness and opening yourself up. About consuming and feeding, being merged and joined. One consuming the other, both folding into each...

The act of penetration at its core is invasion, sometimes intensely and acutely desired and begged for and sometimes more complex. The sensation is...

Why do we like to be called Mommy? The archetype of mother looms over us across cultures, it’s powerful and ubiquitous so it’s...

Represented reflections of bodies linked in union and their spiritual connection.

All that glitters is gold, images built in the pooling trails across skin.

Exploring porn performer Carmina's complex relationship to her Mexican/French heritage saturated in Christian iconography and ideas of purity and...

Momentum, moments, movement mix together in bliss.

The blinding light of someone's adoration burns out their ability to see inherent human complexity and messy contradictions and hypocrisies.

The thiasus, was the ecstatic retinue of Dionysus.

To get into the mess and fuck in the wreckage. To give over to pure physical sensation and stare into the void of atrocity, oblivion. The body as...

An exploration in narcissistic desire, a kind of autoeroticopsis in being the subject of desire for yourself.

Hazy, dreamy, breathlessness. Gasping, exhaling.

Treating bodies like botany, in intense, investigative close up, scientifically graphic, reveals them at their most intimate but also maybe their...

Flux is the conduit for transference of energy.

Sleep is such a vulnerable state, it requires a complete letting go of control. Slipping out of waking consciousness into another world. A world...

Our orgies are acts of ritual celebration that against the odds, somehow, still here in the writhing and intertwining of smoke, sweat and bodies.

A transference of energy; an exothermic reaction. The marks are product. A way of distilling intangible energy into physical permanence. Skin is the...

Tender kisses, sharp nails, and desire laid out in a bed of flowers

We record, broadcast and replicate our images on an unprecedented scale. Observing and seeing.

The period of time when the sun falls below the horizon line and tears of blue and orange gradiate the sky. I’ve always called this indigo hour...