Four Chambers Movies

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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...

You're watching everything pass you by but you're separated, removed from the outside world by a pane of glass, sealed in your own private reality....

Transgression in the form of unyielding bodies melding together and the rebirth of self it causes

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

Connection through shattered mirrors, black paint, candles, and cold cement

Hazy, dreamy, breathlessness. Gasping, exhaling.

The body and all it's interiors. Pushing back against the idolisation of the body as an immutable object to be sanitised and preserved. Not a doll to...

Momentum, moments, movement mix together in bliss.

The thiasus, was the ecstatic retinue of Dionysus.

The serpent deceived me, and I ate. Celebrating what is tactile, smooth, and sticky.

A taboo dive into divine nature providing a reminder of what greater connections we possess with the things around us

Sex 'fuses' bodies, entering, penetrating, consuming, holding, manipulating physical forms to remove any space left between us, pushing through...

It wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.