François Matthys, long known for his adulation of the male body, has crossed borders of sensuality and trespassed grounds of clichés.
François has always and forever been loyal to his work and cautious to that thin red line that separates art from vulgarity.
Very well known for launching huge models careers, his success lies in his very own peculiar eye that sees the invisible.
Like in these twelve unique polaroids, François builds up twelve sequences of a choreography, something like Bolero, something like Ravel. Something quite unique though, also the testimony of an evolution in his work, this time more elaborate, beyond the artificial vision of a muscle, beyond the ephemeral strength of beauty.
Like in these twelve unique polaroids, François builds up twelve sequences of a choreography, something like Bolero, something like Ravel. Something quite unique though, also the testimony of an evolution in his work, this time more elaborate, beyond the artificial vision of a muscle, beyond the ephemeral strength of beauty.
