'The comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation'
Marcel Proust
Many photographers shoot models on beds, but often the images are a little bland and impersonal. The model looks like their posing on a stranger's bed, or a bed on display in a furniture store. They may be laying on it, but they're not connected to it. We're all intimately connected with our own beds, the sheets, the pillows, the feel. Our beds know our bodies like no other. Over time, our bodies and our beds both alter our structure to ensure a perfect fit.
In this series from Jim from Studio1x, Dex not only seems comfortable, he seems carnally connected to his hibernation chamber. Dex not only poses on the bed, he nestles within it. With all the rest and relaxation in the first stage of hibernation, it's only makes sense with all that stored up energy, a release is required.
I know that many people hate the cold and darkness of winter. It gets to me from time to time, especially as it drags on. Hibernation however, isn't just a way to get through the winter, it's a way to capitalize on the negatives. I know many love, and thrive on warm weather all year long, but I don't think I could live anywhere without four distinct seasons.
Each season your in, has you longing for the one coming next. Each has it's own unique erotic essence. With winter, it's the self pleasuring beauty of hibernation. Last night on the local news, the weatherman said that many years, the harshest winter weather really doesn't start until late January or early February. I guess that means there's still many mini-hibernations to come!
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