Kinky Techy

Two weeks ago, I shot a series of short videos in my childhood house that I plan to show in an installation within the next year. Since I seem incapable of staging anything that isn’t somewhat perverse and usually involving women, men working on the set end up having to train their sense of self-control. Was I slightly embarrassed when the (male) technical crew came into my house to find us rehearsing a lap dance scene involving close to no clothes for Yvain and an incredibly trashy yet overwhelmingly sexy outfit for Martha? Possibly. Let us underline that she was wearing a pink wig and has a natural pair of generous breasts. One may also want to comment on the soundscape at the time, composed of three female extras chatting and giggling in Swiss German. I felt like we were missing a well-hung polish TV repairman or something.
After the first shoot, we let most of the team go and recorded some sound with Martha and I was to replace Yvain, a man who appears briefly in the video. Since he undresses, the sound designer told me I needed to put on Yvain’s clothes and take them off in the same order than in the shoot. This seemed OK, until I realized that I hadn’t waxed for a while, which I of course made public within a second and tried to justify by a: “Well, I’m single, you know?”. The cinematographer frowned and replied: “C’est pas une excuse”. So, suddenly extremely self-conscious, I went to put on a pair of leggings.
The next day I was performing in one of the shoots. It involved a lot of acrobatic movements, splits, positions held for a long time, and mostly a lot of pressure on my abs and lower back. After shooting for close to two hours, I was sweating heavily and starting to shake a little while battling to keep my movements nice and smooth. After a while, the cinematographer (Romain), noticed my pain and offered to help stabilize me while in shoulder stand. The focus of the video was leg movements and we were trying to create an inverted air walk somehow defying gravity. The trick was complicated and had me crush Romain’s fingers a couple of times, but we got there eventually, although at some point, his head ended up sort of smashed between my inner thighs. This may be a good time to point out my costume: I was wearing dangerous looking black stilettos and electric blue tights. After the shoot and before setting up for the next one, I said to Romain: “See! I waxed for you”, to which he replied: “Yes, thank you, I noticed”.