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Curious to know more about me—The Latex Ballerina?
Here you’ll find personal insights into my lifestyle, my work, and the unique, sometimes quirky moments that shape my daily life.
A visual study of disciplined grace, structured strength, and sculptural tension, presented as a limited signed physical edition.
Dancing en pointe in industrial silence, discovering strength, balance, and structure within unexpected, raw architectural surroundings. Grace doesn’t need a stage — it claims space wherever it stands.
Toilet visits – a topic nobody talks about, yet everyone deals with. But what happens when you experience this act in latex? Spoiler: It reaches a whole new level of weirdness. Here’s a humorous account of the bathroom experience when your second skin stays on.
After two nights of restless sleep, my body seems to be slowly adjusting. I’ve gotten used to not sleeping as deeply or continuously, and I no longer see it as disruptive—it’s just part of the deal. When I got up, something new struck me: I didn’t notice the collar right away.
The first day with the collar was a mix of curiosity, adjustment, and unfamiliar sensations. At first, I felt a bit uneasy—not physically, but mentally, as I got used to the idea of wearing it permanently. It was an unfamiliar presence around my neck, almost like a constant reminder that something new had become part of my daily life.
I had no idea how serious it would get. When I signed the contract, it all felt distant and abstract—a pivotal moment whose consequences I’d grasp only gradually. But now it’s real: From this day forward, I’ll wear a collar every single day and night. It’s not just an accessory or symbolic detail. I have no key. I can’t simply remove it whenever I want.
A quiet rebellion in latex and Ballet Heels — this shoot wasn’t about performance, but presence. I wanted to feel how elegance changes when every step demands balance, focus, and control. Sometimes freedom is found in the smallest movements, even on a staircase.
In the dim light of an underground garage, I learned what it means to move like a hero in disguise — struggling for balance on Ballet Heels, breathing through latex, hiding behind a mask for the first time, and somehow feeling more real than ever.
Stepping onto the gleaming platform in my latex leggings and pointe shoes, I found poetry in the station’s steel and glass. The oversized shirt billowed as I posed, turning every reflection into a story of contrast—discipline meeting daring, elegance meeting edge.
Teetering down the stairs in Ballet Heels and whisper-thin latex felt like channeling a golden icon—tiptoes testing my core, oil slicker than the suit itself. No face-plant, but damn, those steps loomed larger from up here. Freeing yet fragile: who knew vulnerability could be this fierce?
Once the outfit was on, I felt like a freshly laminated version of myself. The tight second skin created a unique body sensation, a mix of elegance, tension, and the subtle feeling of being wrapped in cling film.
Latex is entering sportswear beyond fetish roots, even referenced by adidas. Its second-skin fit enhances body awareness, posture, and light compression support. Yet trapped sweat, restricted movement, and slippery surfaces create intense, demanding conditions.
A first photoshoot becomes a defining passage between ballet and latex, vulnerability and strength. In white latex and pointe shoes, movement transforms uncertainty into presence, merging fashion, architecture, and performance into a new artistic identity.
A first public appearance in Ballet Heels and latex becomes a study of control, discipline, and presence. Between exposure and composure, the city turns into a silent stage where strength is defined by steadiness.
My first 900 meters in Ballet Heels tested balance, endurance, and discipline, transforming instability into strength and quiet determination.
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts! That would certainly keep things interesting☺️
thank you for letting me start watching your prosgress abd your latex life.. I wish I could live in latex…