My first small exhibition “The suit” – Latex under the surface

There was no big room, no spotlights, no eulogy. And yet it was a big moment for me: my first own photo exhibition. Small, quiet – but honest. The title was quickly determined:
“The suit”

The concept? Simply. And yet full of meaning.

A man in a suit. White shirt. Necktie. Serious. Functional. Nothing unusual at first glance. And yet: he wears latex under his formal clothing. Closely. Glittering. Close to the skin. In secret. The photos tell this story - image by image he opens up more. Not just physically, but emotionally. What would otherwise remain hidden becomes visible.

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Latex as a second skin – and as a mask

In public, we wear masks – out of politeness, fear, convention. A suit protects us. It makes us compatible. Readable. But what happens when something lives beneath this armor that doesn't fit in? Something that shines, breathes, feels?

For the man in my pictures, latex is not just a fetish. It is part of him – hidden, but not concealed. And that is a difference. The camera reveals what otherwise moves in the shadows: the interplay between outward appearance and inner truth.

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A silent invitation

My exhibition does not seek to provoke. It invites you to look, to question. What do you wear beneath your surface? What do you show the world—and what remains invisible? Perhaps this photo series is less about latex than about what we all hide, sometimes out of fear, sometimes out of love, sometimes out of necessity.

But what if what is hidden is not weakness—but truth?

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Conclusion: Everyone wears layers—not just clothing

This first exhibition was more than just a creative experiment for me. It was a step toward visibility. Not only for the motif in the pictures, but also for me as an artist.
Because I, too, hesitated for a long time to show this part of myself: my fascination with the invisible, playing with identity, telling stories through images.

Perhaps that is what art is:
a space where we can show everything that otherwise remains hidden.
And perhaps that is precisely why BDSM is a form of art for me.