"Shine On You Crazy Diamond"
In the dim-lit corners of Oregon, where shadows dance with secrets and rain never seems to end, there is James, a successful photographer and a mama’s boy, a man tethered to the apron strings of a mother who has always managed to untangle him from the messes he creates. But beneath Mother’s protective cloak, a darkness twists his world into a macabre dance of desire and obsession.
It all began on the sun-soaked sands of Muscle Beach in Venice, where James first tasted the intoxicating thrill of stalking. He focused his camera on the chiseled physique of men whose bodies seemed sculpted by the gods, a fixation that blurred the lines between art and his perverted fantasies.
In Los Angeles his escapades came crashing down when a vigilant subject caught wind of James’ intrusive lens. The revelation spread like a California wildfire, and soon, the photographer found himself in the harsh spotlight of exposure. Forced to abandon the golden shores of California, he fled to the serene landscapes of Oregon, a fugitive in the vast expanse of nature.
But old habits die hard and in Oregon, James couldn’t resist the allure of his dark impulses and his eyes found a new fixation - Joe, the embodiment of physical perfection. From the moment he laid eyes on him, there was no turning back. Joe plays tennis, a game of grace and power that only fuels James’ desires. So, James joined the tennis club, not for the love of the game, but for the love of a man.
Every day, like a silent shadow, James lurks on the courts, camera in hand, capturing Joe in instances of strength and vulnerability. He follows him to the pool, capturing the glistening droplets on his tanned skin, and into the sauna, where the air is thick with heat and desire. Each click of the shutter echoes, capturing not just the beauty of a man but the sinister dance of a man on the edge.
In the darkroom of his mind, James confronts his portfolio of obsession, realizing a reckoning looms on the horizon and all the rain in Oregon can’t wash away the stains on his soul.
In his depraved psyche, James imagines gliding in and out of Joe, switching positions, his chest and stomach smashing into his back until he explodes in ecstasy, but how long until the darkness he so desperately tries to contain spills over and consumes everything in its path?
Portrait Drawing On Paper Using Graphite, Charcoal and Ink. Self-Portrait Reference Photo Taken By Tennis Sensation James Jaeger of Lake Oswego, Oregon.
In the dim-lit corners of Oregon, where shadows dance with secrets and rain never seems to end, there is James, a successful photographer and a mama’s boy, a man tethered to the apron strings of a mother who has always managed to untangle him from the messes he creates. But beneath Mother’s protective cloak, a darkness twists his world into a macabre dance of desire and obsession.
It all began on the sun-soaked sands of Muscle Beach in Venice, where James first tasted the intoxicating thrill of stalking. He focused his camera on the chiseled physique of men whose bodies seemed sculpted by the gods, a fixation that blurred the lines between art and his perverted fantasies.
In Los Angeles his escapades came crashing down when a vigilant subject caught wind of James’ intrusive lens. The revelation spread like a California wildfire, and soon, the photographer found himself in the harsh spotlight of exposure. Forced to abandon the golden shores of California, he fled to the serene landscapes of Oregon, a fugitive in the vast expanse of nature.
But old habits die hard and in Oregon, James couldn’t resist the allure of his dark impulses and his eyes found a new fixation - Joe, the embodiment of physical perfection. From the moment he laid eyes on him, there was no turning back. Joe plays tennis, a game of grace and power that only fuels James’ desires. So, James joined the tennis club, not for the love of the game, but for the love of a man.
Every day, like a silent shadow, James lurks on the courts, camera in hand, capturing Joe in instances of strength and vulnerability. He follows him to the pool, capturing the glistening droplets on his tanned skin, and into the sauna, where the air is thick with heat and desire. Each click of the shutter echoes, capturing not just the beauty of a man but the sinister dance of a man on the edge.
In the darkroom of his mind, James confronts his portfolio of obsession, realizing a reckoning looms on the horizon and all the rain in Oregon can’t wash away the stains on his soul.
In his depraved psyche, James imagines gliding in and out of Joe, switching positions, his chest and stomach smashing into his back until he explodes in ecstasy, but how long until the darkness he so desperately tries to contain spills over and consumes everything in its path?
Portrait Drawing On Paper Using Graphite, Charcoal and Ink. Self-Portrait Reference Photo Taken By Tennis Sensation James Jaeger of Lake Oswego, Oregon.
Seth Jennemann
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