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.

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 "tête" 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.

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.

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...

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...

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!

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

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.