Brian Steinhoff’s attempts at lessening the shock with a skin trade of floral patterns doesn’t make me blush any less. Matter of fact, I debated whether or not to add NSFW to this post. But my eyes were quick to replace grandma’s bad wallpaper for skins tones and fleshy parts.
Steinhoff’s creative form of discussing the “banality of censorship” makes me think of those late nights trying to bring in films I ought not – trying to make out bodies through the fuzz and static. What I couldn’t see was quickly replaced by my wild adolescent imagination. With form and shape still intact does Steinhoff’s series really hide anything? Or does it represent the things/images we inevitably can’t control?
*See more images from the series Porn for the Whole Family here.