A person wearing a gas mask and a long dress holding a bouquet of flowers, standing in a cluttered industrial or workshop space.

Gluttony


“Gluttony” addresses the fetishism of commodities, drawing from Karl Marx's critique of the social and psychological phenomenon in which commodities appear to possess an independent will, detached from their producers. The BDSM aesthetic (Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, and Masochism) is used to reference two "products" — the girl and the watermelon — whose measurements point to properties that define their usefulness and value based solely on currency. The third element — hunger — emerges as the social relation that binds them.

To consume oneself, to abort, to swallow the ideologies imposed by the system: this is the theater of Gluttony, one of the seven deadly sins. We consume what we are told we need, becoming part of a staged social ritual. The photograph was inspired by the work of Jan Saudek, and the performer is Miss Tibia.

Girl with the Gas Mask

When I was around five years old, I began to have recurring visions of a family wearing gas masks. This image would appear specifically whenever I looked toward my family’s house down the hallway. The vision of the gas mask family always seemed to coincide with moments when bad things were happening in my life. Because of this, I came to associate that image with deeply negative feelings. Experiencing these visions was painful, and I often had nightmares about this gas mask family — they robbed me of peace of mind.

When I was 23, I decided to transform this haunting image into a staged photograph. After finding the models for the shoot, there was no doubt in my mind that I would give them a happy ending. I had lived for too long with the suffocating presence of this heavy-masked family and all the sorrow attached to them. The turning point came when I created and photographed The Gas Mask Girl (2012) — the image shown above. In photographing the girl wearing the gas mask, I borrowed her presence to help me process and purge the emotional weight carried by those visions.

The experience was liberating. It felt as though I had finally removed the filter of my own imaginary gas mask and could breathe freely. I allowed myself to be “contaminated” by this staged girl — and through her, I stepped into a new phase of life, even though the chaos around me remained. That photograph definitively freed me from the ghostly visions of the gas mask family.

I believe that transforming my vision into an object — in this case, a photograph — enabled me to reprocess my past experience and the pain attached to it. Eloa, the girl who posed for the image, became a mirror of myself: she was about the same age I had been when the visions first began. I wanted Eloa to know how important she was in my life, because she offered her presence and seriousness so that together, we could complete this act of catharsis.

A woman with dark hair and bangs, sitting topless on the floor of a dimly lit, industrial room. She has a large, red, sliced object resembling a heart in her lap, and her nipples are covered with black star-shaped covers. She is gagged with a metal device and appears to have no pants. The background includes outdated electrical equipment, a green box, and a black chair. The overall scene is dark and gritty with a disturbing, surreal tone.