Free Thought | Photo © David Noir
Free Thought
Knowing how to have fun and laugh at everything will always remain the prerogative of the free individual. Taking care of one's buttocks is a work of public utility.
My Sex Art | After Ejaculation | Self Portrait © David Noir
My Sex Art
Whether it is scenic, textual, sound, visual or graphic, my art is exclusively sexual. It is rooted in a fascination with our bodies.
My cock jerked off | Sex details | Self-portrait | My cock, my friend © David Noir
Details of my sex | Get the fuck out of here!
My cock jerked off. Appearance soft or carnally aggressive, shocking, the urge to suck undulates. "Say, draw me a penis! »
Marie, touch yourself | Self-portrait | My cock, my friend © David Noir
Marie, touch yourself.
Oh, my sex, you coppery piece of meat! Hey you! Touch her. That's how the body is made. To deny it is pure nonsense. Whether you like it or not.
"I saw the penis" | Self-portrait | My cock, my friend © David Noir
Mary Rod
I saw the penis, the little sister of a wanker, and from the height of its erect shaft, it said to me: "Eat, this is my sex! Drink, this is my sperm".
La Toison dort | Un art de vivre | David Noir | Le Générateur | Photo © Karine Lhémon
Scene and Arts de vivre
My art of living is nourished by the joyful obscenity of childhood; disguises, make-up, genitals manipulated like toys and sexualities...
My cock, my friend © David Noir
My cock, my friend
My dick is my friend. It's my boy's prerogative. I like to be what I am in the first place. I love my erect sex as much as I love my flaccid sex.
Bad defeat for a defeated hall | Painted theatre masks on hollowed out spaghetti squash © David Noir
Bad defeat for a defeated room
Why is it that when I walk into a theater, do I want to leave? Why when I randomly open a book, do I look forward to closing it?
Any Tingay, David Noir | The Fleece Sleeps | Episode 9 | The Rite of JaZon | Photos © Karine Lhémon
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 9 | The Sacred Man of Jazon
I said what I had to say. I did what I had to do. I don't owe anybody anything. Just the taste is busting my balls.
Valérie Brancq, David Noir | The Fleece Sleeps | Episode 8 | Relationship Images: We laugh! Laughing! We're laughing! | Pictures © Karine Lhémon
The Fleece is Sleeping | episode 8 | We laugh! We laugh! Laugh it up!
Single images / Multiple images / Sober images / Dirty images / I dream of audible images on vast, taut skins that would resonate with their senses
