Forniphilia is a form of BDSM where a person is used as household furniture. The best example is, of course, Allen Jones's 1970 sculptures of a table, chair and hatstand, which surprisingly still causes controversy even today. People were being used as furniture long before this though, and the oldest depiction I have seen so far is a 1878 carved wooden chair of two nude females on their hands and knees holding up a seat. Since taking my first fetish photograph over twenty-five years ago, I have met many submissive women who would call themselves feminists. Sex has no ideology, so it is useless to tell someone it is not politically correct to be tied up and beaten or to run off with someone else's partner. If it gives them satisfaction they will do it. People will often extrapolate from their own position. If they cannot imagine doing something themselves, even as a last resort, they imagine someone else engaging in it must be doing so under some form of duress, which is often not the case.
The first time I went to a a fetish club, one of the first sites that greeted me was like a scene straight out of The Story of O. A man in a riding outfit was carrying a dog lead attached to the pierced labia of a nude woman. From her pierced nipples hung a plastic tray and at intervals he would send her off to the bar and she would return with a drink balanced on the tray, the weight borne by her nipples. I wrote about it in my essay, How to Become Debauched While Remaining a Virgin. I was quite taken with what I saw and thought that these people were as imaginative in their sex lives as I was in my photography. I specialised in the unusual and surreal and here were ready-made images I could use.
Soon after winning the Vogue/Sotheby's Award for my series of high heel shoe pictures entitled, The Fetish, someone suggested that I see the fetish style magazine, Skin Two. I did a shoot for them and it was in the pages of the magazine I saw a picture of a woman with nipple rings that led me to an idea for a photograph. I was at the fetish club to find a model. I subsequently took the picture entitled, The Most Scurrilous Washing Line in Christendom, depicting a woman with clothes pegged out on washing lines attached to her nipples.
When I first started exhibiting It amused me to use pseudonyms, among them Sue Purb, Warren Peace and Adolf Himmler. I exhibited the picture under the name Beverly Hill and a Time Out magazine critic proclaimed it a feminist statement. For the first time I realised that the same picture could be interpreted differently depending on if it was taken by a male or female. As a man it amused me as I believe only a woman can be a feminist. I took my next forniphilic image a few years later when I heard on BBC Radio 4, a woman saying how she liked her partner reading his newspaper by the light of a candle in her vagina. I swapped the newspaper for a book of philosophy and entitled it The Philosopher Illumined by Candle Light.
Not long ago I came across a web page citing the picture and classifying me as a misogynist. I was slightly surprised but not at all troubled. If I was afraid of alienating people I would have taken up landscape photography. The author was an older woman and her rhetoric seemed very seventies. As far as I am concerned the discourse has moved on. Besides, according to my Facebook page, 48% of my followers are women and of my total audience 35% are women in the 18-34 age group as opposed to only 28% young men. My guess is that in an age of Fifty Shades of Grey and when more and more young women are having sex with each other, as borne out by the last British sex survey, a lot of young women enjoy seeing erotic images of other women.
Some people might find the sexuality of others problematic or even abusive but is it the job of an artist to primarily consider questions of taste or consensus or be mindful of who it may upset? If I choose to interpret acts that occur in the world, all I can do is render them to the best of my ability with a bit of wit and incision.
