The Door Was Always Open
“I never expected an abandoned prison to make me think about freedom.” The heavy doors, rusting bars and empty cells all told stories of people who once couldn’t leave. Yet standing there, completely naked, I realised the strongest prisons aren’t always built from brick and steel. Sometimes they’re built from doubt, comparison and the stories we tell ourselves. When someone suggested an abandoned prison as the location for a nude photoshoot, we couldn’t resist. The contrast was simply too intriguing. A place built to imprison. A photoshoot centred around freedom. As we explored the corridors, cells and echoing hallways of this long forgotten place, I found myself thinking less about the history of the building and more about what it represented. Every rusting lock and steel bar seemed to symbolise the invisible barriers we all carry through life. One photograph in particular stayed with me. Standing naked behind the bars, it’s easy to assume the story is one of confinement. Of vulnerab...
