A relationship preserved in form, but rotting in feeling.
Ornaments presents a couple locked in physical proximity but emotional exile. They are nude, adorned, poised - like statues of intimacy. But look closer: they never touch, never meet each other's gaze.
She performs rituals to provoke, seduce, resurrect, hinting at infidelity. He withdraws, seeks mechanical release, hides behind silence.
Together, they spiral into quiet collapse. Love becomes theatre. Intimacy becomes a costume. The body, an ornament.
What remains is a beautifully staged undoing, passion emptied out, appearances clung to. This is not connection. This is its afterglow.
Ornaments presents a couple locked in physical proximity but emotional exile. They are nude, adorned, poised - like statues of intimacy. But look closer: they never touch, never meet each other's gaze.
She performs rituals to provoke, seduce, resurrect, hinting at infidelity. He withdraws, seeks mechanical release, hides behind silence.
Together, they spiral into quiet collapse. Love becomes theatre. Intimacy becomes a costume. The body, an ornament.
What remains is a beautifully staged undoing, passion emptied out, appearances clung to. This is not connection. This is its afterglow.
London, May 2025