16 December 2012

My ass for 50, my pussy for 100

A few days ago I met my ex-girlfriend, model and muse Yana. As we are no couple anymore since quite a while, she lives her life as a more and more successful art model and I live my life on my own, trying to do my thing.

Modeling: more than showing a pair of nice tits.
Yana photographed in bed, by Daniel Bauer
But when we come together for a photo session, even a very spontaneous and off-the-wall one, I feel again this natural flow that I described in a recent post, and enjoy the capabilities she deployed since I discovered her as a model few years ago.

That we know each other very well, that there's still a lot of love, sympathy and respect for each other for sure helps to produce this creative flow. But Yana also achieves excellent results with other photographers.

Her success doesn't surprise me at all.

While I am, almost desperately, searching models for my artistic work, the difference between a truly talented and well educated model (I am a bit proud of this...), and one of these girls who think, showing their tits is a fast and easy way to get rich and famous, couldn't be more obvious.


Recently I placed an ad:
"Wanted: open-minded, talented and sensual women with interest in artistic expression".

Although the further text explained that it deals about modeling and the ad contained a link to my official website, more than half of the mails I received came without photos, but with the request "Tell me what kind of photos you want to take".

Without "please", of course: Spanish/Catalan girls are not known for an exquisite style in communication... The other half sent overly retouched pictures who's meta-data revealed that they were taken years ago.

Yana by Daniel Bauer, a few days ago
Many wrote simply "kuanto kobraria?", freely translated: hwmuch get I? The only talents they showed were the ability to express their inaptness clearly and briefly and to insert three errors in two words. Of their native language, nota bene.

Searching on model portals is even more annoying. Last night I clicked thru french sites to find a model for my upcoming stay in Paris.

I saw tons of meaningless photos. Sometimes it's even impossible to say if it’s a woman, if she's 20 or 50 years old, has short or long hair, is skinny or round, because of all the applied "art"-effects.

Others have exactly ONE facial expression to show. Obviously the one of which they think that it's very professional and cool. It isn't. It's just deadly boring to look at such a bunched manifestation of missing sensitivity, inspiration and interest.

Adapted are the conditions. Many want to show up on a session with their watchdog. To have a jealous boyfriend on my side while I try to take sensual pictures is not exactly one of my deepest wishes...

I do understand that a woman first wants to know who the photographer is, before she gets naked in front of him, of course. That's why I always meet new models in a public place, a cafe, first. If she's got a bad feeling or is insecure about me (or I about her...), we simply will not work together. But under no circumstances I will accept a guardian during a session. That's just ridiculous. I guess, more photographers haven been robbed by models/watchmen than the opposite way round. There was a couple that even gained notoriety in this special interpretation of modeling.

Natural sensuality: Yana by Daniel Bauer
Anyway: do those simple-minded girls walk in with mummy on the hand, too, when they apply for an office job? Have they gone accompanied by their big brother to their teenage-jobs to look after kids? Do they really think a photographer would put his reputation at risk just for getting intimate with her? What an extreme overestimation of their attractiveness! What a sad underestimation of the artists!

No, this type of vixen only arouses one single desire in me: keep away from me as far as possible!

Another widespread species is the "model" that wants to dictate how the photos should look in the end. Nice - they are very welcome. As clients. Who pay ME!

With models I talk about the contents of a session and what I want to achieve. It's to take or to leave. But one cannot work with me, get paid by me, and at the same time dictate the conditions. It's simply confusing employer and employee.

To close this excessive rant, triggered by my depressing experiences of late, I'd like to introduce those highly intelligent, very serious girls, who tell me: I get naked for this price, and I show you my pussy for the double, photos may not be published. In these, unfortunately not so infrequent cases I am always tempted to say: and how much including a blowjob? What I really say, is: thanks, good bye!

Finding models is really hard work.

There are some, very few, art nude models, who made their talent to a profession. These are women, like Yana, who know, that modeling for artistic nudes is much more than just presenting tits and asses in front of a camera.

Personality, sensuality and interest in art
make the ideal model. Yana by Daniel Bauer
These are women with personality, natural sensuality and, above all, true interest in art.

They are able to estimate and judge the work of a photographer, because they do not only look in the mirror and get excited about their supposed beauty, but look at photography books, have an idea about the great photographers of the past and the present, visit galleries and museums, are generally interested in culture. And work seriously to always better their capability of expression. Or, as Yana said somewhere recently: I do charge for my work, but I don't do it for the money. Well said by an ideal model.

The best that can happen to a photographer is to find a natural, sensual, open-minded and intelligent woman, who until then didn't even think about being a model. When then "the spark jumps over" and the model starts to develop her interest in photography and art, there's a promising basis for a procreative collaboration.

If you know one of these uncommon women, please point her to my website!

If you are such a woman, contact me! Most of the time I am good-humored :-)

30 November 2012

Kiss me, muse!

I don't have any idea about the kissing habits of where you live. Here in Spain (sorry, Catalonia...) people are kissing all the time. I meet totally unknown people and they put their hand on my shoulder and kiss me. Strange situations. I never know if two or three times are expected. You know, I hate strong perfumes, the chemical smelliness of hair spray and styling foams, the thick layers of makeup with its powdery dust that penetrates my nostrils and causes me to sneeze and sticks to my cheeks. I'd prefer some more distance. Often.

But I wanted to talk about the kiss of the muse, which is a rather figurative expression for what happens, when an artist meets a person that inspires his creativity in a magical way.

Kissed by the muse. Photo: Yana
The muse that accom­panied me during a much too short time, however, started her magic on me with the longest and sweetest kiss ever. She kissed me softly one enchanting afternoon on the beach and I realized that it was midnight when our lips separated.

At that time I had no idea about that this magically beautiful and tender being will con­vert in such a most important and influen­tial part of my life. I was laying at the beach and all I knew was, that my dream girl was kissing me, while I was literally kissed by my muse.

You know, it is very nice when a human enters in your life to whom you feel a strong connection from the beginning. It happens very rarely.

As a hetero it is even nicer when this person is of the opposite sex and you feel that you're not the only one of the two who wishes to abandon themselves to the sparkling erotic tension. Beautiful things happen in life! Sometimes.

But when this creature, that seemed to appear from nowhere, got virtually infected by my enthusiasm for art and photography and, although she had never modeled before, agreed to reveal her beauty in front of my camera, things already began to get a bit surreal.

An angel fallen from heaven? Daniel Bauer and his muse, Yana.
That's when I began to think that an angel has fallen into my life.

Her presence inspired me. She became the focus and subject of my creative work. While I influenced her development as a professional photo model, she radically influenced my visions.

Towards the end, on the peak of our relation, there was no more photographer and model. There was a team. While we sometimes discussed heavily about photographic (and all other) topics, during the work of a session our ideas complemented another in a fluid and magic manner. She was my muse.

When this happens, as a photographer, as an artist and as a man, you feel like living in heaven. But she was no angel.

And just as she appeared only some couple of years ago, she disappeared again. While my muse flew away, her influence stayed with me and the inspiration she caused still afterglows.

Sensual games, playful creativity. Yana and Daniel Bauer.
It was the second time in my photographic life that I knew a woman that was much more than a model for me.

And as they say, of all good things there are three. So there is still hope. Until another wonder happens I try not to loose the positive energy with which these few years of love and procreative cooperation have filled my soul, my heart and my brain.

Sometimes I sit on the cold and empty beach at night, see the never ending line of approaching airplanes in the dark sky and dream of a fairy that levitates thru the clouds. And I tell her: kiss me, muse!

(The private photos of this post were taken by Yana according to her ideas, while we still were a couple in love. It's the first time, the photo­grapher appears naked...)

26 November 2012

Orgasms and other illusions

I click thru photo sites, pinterest, tumblr, ... and feel like a dinosaur.

I run across a lot of female faces in orgasmic enchantment. Sometimes quite arousing. Was the photographer really witness, or even part, of a truly exciting moment? I see all these perfect tits, faces without pores, arms without hairs, perfect bums and thighs without the lightest touch of cellulite.

All fake? All fake! Most of it.

Fake? Real? She knows. I know. You'll never know...
"Yana's orgasm" (by Daniel Bauer)

My friend Venus recently published an article in the sex column of a Spanish news paper about the reasons why many women sometimes fake orgasms.

She presumes that most men don't stop fucking until the woman reaches her climax. And if she don't, he keeps going on and on, until she pretends to cum, what finally makes him end bumping into her.

Reading this, I remembered a night with a very intimate friend. We were both very tired.

Laying on her side she snuggled against me. Feeling my dick in the warm valley between her firm little buttocks, she mumbled: "You can fuck me a little bit, if you like".

Her hand gently guided me into her. She didn't move.



I fucked her softly, and fucked her a little bit harder, holding her young ass in my hands, and fucked her a little bit more, flying away in my cloud of absolute emotional well being, feeling the warmth of her body, listening to her moaning and the exciting sound that the fluids cause when penetrating her wet pussy. The odor of her soft skin filled me with that kind of happiness where all the annoyances of the world simply disappear, when I heard her say: "I said, a little bit - I didn't mean for hours...".

So what's the advantage of faking an orgasm instead of just telling what a woman wants, exactly as my lover did it that night? I guess, some do it out of love. They don't want to hurt the self-esteem of their partner and give him the feeling of being a great lover who gives her complete satisfaction.

How nice. And how wrong.

Is she really hot? (by Daniel Bauer)

First of all she looses the chance to have sex the way she really loves.

The inexperienced man will do the same again and again because she makes him believe that this is the way she takes off. A some more experienced man will easily sense a fake orgasm.

Maybe she can control her facial expression, her sounds and the move­ment of her body, but she can not control what happens in her pussy when she's about to cum. Inside her, it's impossible not to feel it.

Her lover feels cheated and irritated (I noticed, b.t.w., that girls who fake orgasms often also are not very honest in other ranges of life...). Finally he'll ignore her simulated gestures and takes her as he'd take any prostitute. The more she fakes, the worse gets her own sex experience.

But what the fuck am I talking about all this?

I believe that fake orgasms are illustrating very clearly the disadvantages of faking anything in life. Fake stuff, no matter what, is never satisfying. It always leaves a bad taste.

Because this is an art nudes photography blog I relate this to images, too, and especially to the "optimized" women one can see in standard nude photography - which makes by far the biggest part of all published nudes. In the end these images leave everybody unsatisfied, even if on the fist sight one might consider such an over-retouched image as beautiful.

There's no photoshop in real life. Yana by Daniel Bauer

Have you ever met such a "perfect" woman in real life? You'll never find that girl with those never ending legs, the perfect tits, the always shiny hair, the spotless shaven pubes, the always erected nipples and the orgasmic face without a wrinkle.

Unfortunately women want to follow these unrealistic ideals, too. Without any success, of course, because there is no photoshop in real life.

The more we admire those "super creatures" the bigger our dis­ap­point­ment. Photo­shop produces fake goals that can never be reached and instead of enchanting us fill us with frustration. We compare reality with industrially produced stereotypes. Bombed with standardized "perfection" we loose the feeling for real, individual, human beauty. Beauty that exists and that we can love.

I'm a dinosaur. I want the real thing, and I'm not talking about the sticky soft drink.
I want real life, real love, real orgasms.

And I want real photographs of real women. Fuck photoshop! It is nothing but the fake orgasm of our times.

(Photos are symbolic illustrations and are not connected to the storyline of this post)

19 November 2012

Eating art

The life of an artist is fantastic. Really.

An artist gets up in the morning at the time he likes to, he does what he loves to do, no fixed time tables. And no boss distresses him. Freedom! Plus, in my case, always surrounded by the most beautiful girls who, additionally, get naked when ever I ask them to. Fun! Pleasure! Love, peace and cake!

You can eat the dessert, but you cannot eat the image of it. Photo of Yana by Daniel Bauer

So, how comes that sometimes I wished I had just a common, comfy office job?

To be honest, I don't really want an office job, and it's only from time to time that this strange wish comes to my mind. When it occurs it sounds so tempting to me: simply sit down in an office whose rent I don't have to pay, doing what the supervisor tells me to do without worrying whether it makes sense or not. Knock off on schedule at 5 o'clock, bye bye, see me on the beach! Free weekends! Never thinking about how to pay the bills at the end of the month: the paycheck just rolls in, regularly. How I envy office guys and girls!

Because, you know, the stereotypes with which I began this article only apply to a small part. I must get up every day, just like you, to get my work done. There is not no boss, there are many bosses. And, imagine, all those lovely naked girls surrounding me, are most of the time only on my computer screen, the same as on yours. Except that I have to select, edit, crop them, while you can simply sit back and enjoy the results of my work. At least in those moments when your boss is not looking over your shoulder.

A happy smile for free. Yana by Daniel Bauer
However, there's another stereotype that comes much closer to the truth: artists are poor. Unless they are very, very famous, or dead, or both. Art doesn't really pay, in terms of cash I mean.

Everybody downloads art for free. That's fine. But anybody thought about the fact that the photographer had to pay for his equipment, his studio, the locations he uses, the models who undress? That he likes to eat, too?

I can't eat my art. Especially since it's only digital. What I need is money. Cash. Dollars. Euros. I also take gold nuggets or raw diamonds, if that's what you want to offer.

If you like what I'm doing and want to support my work, why don't you go to my shop and order a genuine piece of art! 

My images are available as greeting cards for only € 3,35, but also as decorative posters (less than € 32) or as framed photographic high quality prints, if you'd like to spend a bit more and have a precious original on your wall that impresses your guests and pleases you for a very long time.

If you're more on online-erotica, have a look at my other page, www.guapamania.com, and spend 2,99 Euros to get access to the hottest, very erotic series. You can download all series in various sizes (up to 4000 pixels high-res).

All my products are reasonably priced. You can imagine that I must sell hundreds of them just to cover the model fees and production costs. So every little sale is highly appreciated.

You don't buy at an anonymous production company, but directly at the artist, who takes note of your purchase. With every small purchase you get something real and, above all, actively support the survival of art. Thank you!

If you are a woman and want to give yourself something really special: did you know that an artistic, sensual photo session is very affordable?

Sensual nudes for private clients, by Daniel Bauer in Barcelona

A weekend in Barcelona is always worthwhile and the special, very personal and beautiful images I take of you (and only for you) will please you during many, many years. I get enthusiastic feedback from clients since 30 years. See "a photo of you".

Thanks for your support!


15 November 2012

Sea, She, See

I am not a cool guy. One of my ex-girlfriends always told me so, when I tried to put on a poker face. It was meant as a compliment...

No, I'm getting too excited too often and too fast to pass for a real cool guy. I can't prevent my emotions to appear in my face and my body language. I guess I am kind of a very archaic soul. Nothing can caught my imagination so much like the sea - and the woman. The origins of life. Where we're coming from. Where we're going to.

Yana at the seaside, by Daniel Bauer

I can sit for hours at the seaside, looking almost behind the horizon, unfocused, feeling the humidity and the salt on my skin, scenting the unique odor of salty water, hearing the never ending, in every moment varying and appeasing sound of the waves rolling in. My mind flies away. I feel kind of mesmerized. I want to touch it, feel it, and sometimes it costs me quite some self-restraint to not simply walk into the water, diving into the pleasure of endless freedom, drifting almost without weight, forget about everything, my body caressed all around... I could lose myself forever.

I didn't fall in love many times in my live. I'm not talking about the flimsy butterflies in one's stomach that appear more easily in such a readily flammable person as I am. I'm talking about the real, deep feeling of really FALLING in love. The fingers of one of my hands are enough to count those few times when it happened and dragged me away like a huge wave for which no human power was strong enough to offer resistance. It always took some years, in one case 25, until that wave released me again - with luck throwing me on the beach, with less luck, on the rocks of the coast, leaving me licking my wounds.

Yana on the rocks of the coast, photo by Daniel Bauer

But while floating on the wave of love I could almost use the same words to describe my feelings as I used above, sitting on the coast. Hypnotized by her beauty, drugged by her scent, ravished by her voice. Filled with the desire to admire the marvel of her existence. Overwhelmed by the longing to feel her warmness, to touch her skin and hair, to follow the curves of her face and body, to discover her most hidden areas and secrets. To dive into her. And to stay there for ever.

No, I'm not a cool guy. When I'm thinking of complete happiness I don't think about having a fast car, a big house, a thick bank account (although it really could be a bit thicker...) or being one the most renown photographers drinking champagne on hot parties. I dream of the sea. I dream of a woman. I dream of being by the sea, making love with a woman I love.

That's what's cool for me!

10 November 2012

chocolate

I can't get enough of sweet things.

Sweet Yana wrapped in chocolate, by Daniel Bauer

Sometimes the pleasure already begins opening the first jacket.

The delicious flavor ascends into my nose and while my fingers softly unwrap the last cover I can't wait to bite into her, to feel her softness and scent the irresistible aroma.

When she slowly melts on my tongue my desire grows beyond all bearing

Sometimes I am so very greedy that I skip the enjoyment of unwrapping.

Wild and impatiently I rip off the wrap and take her brutally, insatiable, hungry.


I prefer the dark kind. Not too soft, not too sweet, with a touch of bitter, just the right mix.

Chocolate temptation. Yana photographed by Daniel Bauer

I can't resist. She fills my heart with yoi. She makes me happy.

07 November 2012

Making love with models

Provocative title, isn't it? And yes, it's true: I do make love with my models! Although I stay dressed, keep physical distance and don't touch.

If this sounds like a contradiction to you, you have simply mistaken love for sex. But today I am not talking about sex, even though I've chosen the title deliberately, of course, to mislead you a little bit and to gain your attention.

handcuffed on the carpet - by Daniel Bauer

My models, clients and colleagues may forgive me for using the example of a cookbook to better explain to what I am referring. As you know for sure, most of the photos in cookbooks do not at all arouse appetite. Others make your mouth waters.

Why? Well, the producer of the former simply took photos of meat, vegetable, fruit, sauces... while the artist of the latter was ravished by his presentation. He virtually ate the menu with his camera. He scented the odor with his flashes, tasted the savor with his lenses. The image that is so appetizing was taken with love. Love for his profession. Love for the object of his work.

studio nude by Daniel Bauer
Translated into nude photography, the former photographs bodies and faces, maybe even very beautiful ones, maybe even with professional lighting, correct angles and in focus, but his images will show nothing but flesh. This is what I call pOrn, regardless of hidden or explicitly shown nipples or pussies.

The latter loves his model with his camera, he caresses her with the light, he kisses her with the angles he chooses and adores her, when he releases the shutter.

As with any artist, my profession is my passion and my images are the the fruit of my love for what I do and what I see.

With my photographic art I want to portray the full joy of female sensuality and sexuality. I use eroticism in its original form, without censorship, open, you may say horny, but I don't encourage women to imitate a state of sexual arousal or to force themselves into excitement without reason. I try to create a relaxed atmosphere where she can simply be herself, feel save and appreciated for what and how she is. I want her to feel beautiful, feminine, tempting and attractive, because she is as she is, and I want her to feel that she is perfect, without any need to follow stereotypical ideals of beauty.

Just like an enamored lover looks at her thru rose-colored glasses, I look at her thru my view-finder and see her personal, own beauty, the special and unique in her. Via my lens I try to get in contact with her, to feel her, and to capture the vibrations and emotions in an image. Every woman who gets naked in front of my camera can be assured that she'll receive my full attention, love and understanding. With every click of my camera I ennoble, glamorize and let her feel touched without bodily contact, experiencing the moment and being part of an act of love.

sensual view, by Daniel Bauer
With my artistic photography I try to transform eroticism and sensuality into something pure and holy, worthy to be appreciated. In the composition of my photos you can see genuine moments, a woman in a state of pleasure without having to pretend or exaggerate anything. Although many of my photos show "everything" I believe that they distinguish expressly from the vulgar and describe a woman as a natural, adorable human being, pure in all her parts, including the origin of the world.

To search the particular in every model, feel and appreciate what we have, is the concept of my artistic nude photography. Because for me there is only one way to do things, you believe it or not, but it's all about showing the truth.
With love.

(This text was strongly inspired by an article my ex-love Yana once wrote about my work but regrettably never published. It was called "El Amante Perfecto" and some of the phrases used here I have impudently stolen from her draft.)

04 November 2012

Visual language

I am Swiss. I speak German, a little bit french, just enough to seduce a woman, and the kind of minimal English, limited, as you are just about to read it.

nude in the streets of Barcelona, by Daniel Bauer
streets of Barcelona,
seen by Daniel Bauer
When I first arrived to Barcelona I couldn't even say if somebody was talking Italian or Spanish. I had taken an intensive Spanish course but in the end I didn't know much more than the common necessary words like "hello", "thanks" and "please get naked".

Spanish is a very beautiful language, especially if you don't understand what people are talking, but just hear the Latin melody. Although from the same linguistic roots like french, many words are very different. More than once I asked a model to please turn her tits to the other side. Not because I wanted her to perform an anatomic feat but simply because I used the french word "tĆŖte" for head, which in Spanish sounds like "teta" - tit.

The language really offers a lot to laugh. Imagine that the only difference between chicken-meat and a dick is that the chicken ends with an "o" (pollo) while the dick ends with an "a" (polla). I never ordered a "dick sandwich" (bocadillo de polla), not because I am so very original that I never use old, fucked-up jokes, but rather because during more than 20 years I have been a strict vegetarian and so simply didn't have the chance to apply this gag of Spanish greenhorns. However, during a long time reading "pollo" on an restaurants menu made me think about my "polla" and gave me the opportunity to turn the conversation to the respective topic...

As mentioned before, I am Swiss. Always on time like my Omega watch. And loving precision. Although misunderstandings can be fun and sometimes, under optimal circumstances, even lead directly to where communication happens on a more unconscious, harmonious base where nobody cares about the difference between "ah"s and "oh"s, in most parts of my life I like communication to be precise, clear without ambiguity, direct, unmistakable. I don't like blabla and small talk.

woman enjoying herself on the carpet of Daniel Bauer's studio in Barcelona
The same applies to visual language. There is a flood of vacuous images, copies of copies of a once maybe original idea, old jokes (dick-sandwiches), photoshopped to death, like a text of beautiful words saying precisely: nothing.

An image says more than a thousand words, they say. But what if those thousand words are completely meaningless?

Just the same as in literature where there are great writers whose texts are so strong that they affect you just as if you actually would live the described situation, there are photographers whose work already on first sight, even more after lingering over it for a moment, transmit a message and let you be immersed in the other world the artist opens for you.

Yana shouting at Daniel Bauer
I've got something to say!
Yana by Daniel Bauer
But because images talk to the beholder just like words to the reader, the given information might be as precise as possible, but of course there will always be many, if not the majority, who don't understand or misunderstand the message. And just like the jovial guy whose empty hahaha-hihihi-jokes attracts much more in a party than the person who has to say something profound, original and therefore always controversial, the easy to understand image, already seen in countless versions, will have much more likes on facebook than a true piece of art. In a visual world, where choosing the right instagram app is considered as being creative, the crowd will only "like" it after that some "important" people have repeated many times that this is important artwork. They "like" it not because they really like or even understand it, but because they don't have their own criteria and so simply like what everybody likes.

Don't get me wrong: I love my work, but I don't want to put my skills not even into proximity of the mastery of the great photographers of the past and the present. But my goal is to create art images with a clear, direct and unambiguous expression. As an artist I am on a constant search for perfection, thus breaking rules and less and less considering what generally is seen as good, correct, appropriate.

May you like it or not: it's what I have to say.

29 October 2012

praise of pubic hair

Everybody knows that I love pussies with an abundant bush of pubic hair. It's so cosy!

Nothing more delicious than to lay my head on the pubes of a beautiful hairy girl, feel the caress of the soft fur in my face, scent her unique odor, explore the round curves of her firm lips with my mouth and my fingers...

So, let me talk a little bit about the indubitable advantages of pubic hair and why I really can't stand shaven pussies anymore...

Daniel Bauer's ex-lover Yana hairy pussy
The beautiful, big and hairy pussy of my ex-lover Yana

Before the 1990es a shaven pussy was a distinct identification of being prostitute or working in the p0rn industry. Of course, in private, it could have been one of the sexy games to let him shave her pussy, variety is the spice of life! But it was always an exception, the awkward effects (itching, pimples from ingrown hairs, scratchy stubble after a few days...) were too unpleasant. A shaven woman could not show herself in the sauna or the changing room of the sports club, because she'd send the signal of being a whore.

But suddenly the signification changed from "I am a prostitute, hire me!" to "I am a standard girl who blindly follows what society asks me to. Tell me what I have to do!". And all non-individual women started to shave.

Yeah, I hear your protest! But doing what everybody does has never been an attribute of pronounced individualism and free spirit, don't you agree?

Women even talk about such stupid things like "hygiene". Believe me, this is the moment in which every desire to see her naked dies immediately. Of course she has hygienic problems! She removed the pubic hair that protects her from heat and cold and the permanent friction of the underwear on her most delicate parts. Shaving or (photo-, laser-, chemical...) depilation irritates her sensitive skin. The irritated skin and the products used, in the truest sense of the word open the door for vaginal yeast infection and other undesirable guests...

Some men simply cannot deal with adult women, and so they need to remove her signs of adulthood. I havn't seen a pre-adolescent pussy from close since I'm not a teenager anymore, but I know that what you see in the web and in magazines are retouched versions. A shaven adult pussy doesn't have anything of the delicateness of a young girls genitals and the sad truth looks much more like this:

Unretouched shaven pussies as they really look: pimples, ingrown hairs, scratchy stubble...

So better let's spend our time on the beauty and the merits of pubic hair...

Daniel Bauer touches Yana's hairy pussy
touch it, feel it, love it!
When you caress the pubes of a woman with your hand and softly (or sometimes less softly...) tickle her pubic hair, the feelings transmit via the roots of the hairs much deeper, giving her a lot more pleasure.

Doing cunnilingus for a hairy woman is pure delight!

You feel her hairs caressing your face and mouth, it's soft and smooth, you can play with it with your lips, your teeth, your hands. It is fantastic to play with the whole haired region, and when her lips open you can slide in to where there is no hair, even on the hairiest girl...

Don't tell me, you don't want hair in your mouth! Or do you never kiss her in her neck, her ears, above her forehead, where there is usually much more hair than between the legs?

Did you ever hear about pheromones?

Those are those chemical substances every animal produces to attract corresponding sexual partners. It is a very personal and individual odor and the greatest advantage is, that it only attracts potential partners that match the natural chemistry between the two. Pubic hair holds this odor for you, and if you're the right one for her and she's the right one for you, it could happen that you just never again want to turn away from her incredibly delightful bush!

Shaven girls loose a lot of their potential attractiveness. On the naked skin those substances cannot last and are often predominated by fragrances that ruin the unconscious magnet for her right guy with whom she wants to live her true animal instincts!

Pubic hair is natural, it's beautiful and it's a sign of being adult. It is something that you can be proud of. It makes your legs optically longer (because your upper part of the body visually ends where the pubic hair begins, though appears shorter compared to the legs...). It hides your most intimate parts from being exposed to everybody's views on first sight and adds some secrecy, thus making it even more interesting for brave discoverers.

As a woman, with refusing the intimate depilation you not only do a lot to better your sexual life but also show that you are an individual, self-thinking woman who does what she likes, and not what the society tries to oblige her.

You will definitively attract more interesting and better matching men. And if a guy tells you, that he can't stand pubic hair, think a moment: do you really want a man that cannot accept you as you are? Who asks you to change something very intimate of you, just to suit his taste? A man who cannot make love with a truly adult woman? Why don't you ask him to change his dick for a more beautiful one? Let him go! There are millions of shaven standard girls for him. You deserve better!


26 October 2012

Sensual, sexual, art!

I look at the calendar and surprisingly it shows me that we live in the year 2012, and not, as it sometimes seems to me, in 1512. Well, there are some differences. While in the medieval times sex was the topic for the church and it's priests only (fuck, you'll go to hell!), today everything is connected to sex. I guess even insecticide advertising tells you, that you'll become a sexual hero if you use it.

But this sex, that is omnipresent, at the same time is something dirty and condemned. Sex is good, when it's used to sell a product, but it may not show a nipple, not to talk about a pussy! Facebook and Google+ users will get a collective heart attack if they see a nipple, or (maybe after masturbating) fall into a denunciation orgy and click the denounce-button, so that the clean, all-American anti-"Social-Webs" stay "safe for children".

So, per definition, a woman is not save for children. If you are a woman, you must always be aware of carrying dirty, sinful parts with you. Your body is a danger itself. You've got nipples, you bitch! You even have this disgusting, dirty and ugly part that shameless people call a pussy!

Yana photographed by Daniel Bauer
Yana, photographed by Daniel Bauer

At least you should humbly hide those unrighteous body parts and shave you're pubic hair, so that you look innocent and clean, although it might be a  little ridiculous for an adult woman to try to appear like a baby. But remember: you're a woman, you are something defective and dirty by nature!

I don't think that every nude photograph must show everything. But I also do not see any reason to hide some parts, that (almost) to all of us bring so much pleasure and happiness into our life's. If I take photos of a naked woman I want to achieve a sensual, sometimes erotic expression - in a natural way. Nipples, buttocks, pussies... are natural parts, and they can be very beautiful, as you can see in the image above.

The more this society tries to fill us with complexes for our sinful, nasty thoughts (just the same as the church did in medieval, with the difference that nowadays you don't go to the biblical hell but loose your anti-social-web accounts, maybe even your job, and so you go to another kind of hell and are damned again), the less I am up to follow the rules and the more I will show in my images.


12 June 2012

Reflect what I want, not what I am

What do you see in the mirror?
For girls the mirror is our best and worst enemy. There are those glorious days where it isn't possible that something goes wrong, and every little reflection we find in the street is like a ray of light that highlights the very best of our figure. The bum seems rounder, the tits, though not very large, are shaped so harmoniously that it is inevitable to feel pride, and the silky hair is finely molded by the wind. Everything is perfect. Overflowing with sensuality and self-assuredness gained from what we have seen in the mirror before leaving home, in those days, we are joyous goddesses, delighted to have the body that nature gave us.

But that does not perpetuate. The days are short and the nights sometimes get a bit long. The next day we return with the same enthusiasm to what yesterday was our best friend, but it has lost interest. What it showed to us as something beautiful yesterday, today turns into a visual attrition of contradictory expressions. The skin blemishes are so very present that you even can't see the face just as it really is, but as a set of black dots, some pimples and a pair of dark circles around the eyes. The bum fallen down, the boobs flabby, and you could even say with some extra kilos. Entirely shabby. How can one be plagued by such a betrayal of an object of which we believe it was objective when it showed us something pretty, but then again it also turns to be a sicko that shows us other realities?

Each nude photograph bears a date of packing. The day of the session. When this woman had one of her most beautiful moments she let a photographer freeze it. An image that might travel the world and many people can admire it as a place of discovery of incomparable beauty. In 20 years this same girl, now more women, with other shapes and with a different beauty than in her youth, she'll say proudly that once she had the luck to be a nude model and to see herself like she never saw herself in front of her friend/enemy, the mirror.

Nude photography as we see it on guapamania.com does not transform women into something more beautiful than what they already are. But with light, the angles and poses it shows the particular wonder of each of them. Without changing them, drawing them, color them or exaggerate them. With the same sense of simplicity that shows itself in the morning when waking up, with her personal gestures and movements. To leave her intact just as she is in the view of everybody.

What do you think?

23 May 2012

Are you beautiful?

This is a beautiful world, isn't it? Many of us search natural landscapes on our travels or in our leisure time and, back home, proudly present the photographs of these intact miracles of nature where man not yet has applied its corrections: wild woods, rivers in their natural beds, unmaintained lonely beaches... We love nature as is and sometimes get melancholic, sitting in our well uncluttered offices behind clean double glazed windows, looking at perfectly straight streets and thinking about the fresh air out there in the wild, the roughness we felt on our feet when walking barefooted, the liberating vibrations that made us feel complete and happy because we left the perfectly organized and optimized technical world for a while. It's beautiful.

artistic nude of real people
by Andreu Revilla
But when it comes to photography of people, where is our love for the beauty of nature? Have you recently seen a nude woman, a naked men, that was not „optimized“ by photoshop, that hasn't shaved all the body hair, was made up and styled for hours, who posed in a natural way without taking very artificial postures? And, if you look into the mirror – honestly: don't you want, at least a little bit, to be like those „perfect ideals“ you see all the time on magazine covers, in TV, commercials?

In these times of factitiousness it takes quite some courage to be a photographer who takes photos or human beings simply and just as they are. Andreu Revilla is one of them. Looking at his artistic nude photographs of normal people, detecting their personal, original beauty, is like a walk thru an unordered valley in the mountains. It could make you discover that women and men indeed are beautiful beings.

Maybe next time you look in the mirror you'll think: yes, I am beautiful, too! Give it a try.

17 May 2012

Water and women: essential elements


water and women:
elementary for the survival of men


Each extremity of her was moistened by millions of water droplets that vanished upon arrival at the desired point. What better route to drop from full lips, slightly slipping down in one slide to some small breasts, and ending up in the depths of a navel. Her melancholy and permeable eyes implicitly implied the freshness of a naked body, invaded by these tiny, transparent dots that mingled in her face with the outbreak of her tears.

One click to capture them all together in one area. Drops that might have been freed into a river or joined in a glass to dissolve an aspirin - but no, they had a better life: bathing a naked female body and dive into the depths of her skin. A unique penetration that only this essential element for the human body, water in its liquid state, can achieve. Who could live without them: water and women, an elementary connection for the survival of men.

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13 May 2012

Free entrance to Hell

nude dancer on the terrace
Here you'll find available all the forbidden fruits that take you straight to hell. Implicit temptations in artistic nude photography. We do not advertise girls nor do we exhibit their bodies as a showcase. We focus on photography of naked bodies and they participate as main element. But like just a few others, this space will be your personal journey to your most hidden and devilish instincts. We realize your visual dreams. Each photograph and history that accompanies it, will serve as a ladder to climb more and more up to your deepest desires.

We give you a ticket that ensures your entry to hell. Want to get on this train with us?

Then go ahead!

(photo taken from nude dancer on the terrace on guapamania.com)