Turantula

She stepped into my Queen Street West apartment like she'd always belonged there—slight, sharp-eyed, with the poise of someone used to being both watched and misunderstood. We met during a glamour shoot I was commissioned to do—one of those fleeting gigs that sometimes hand you something unforgettable. She mentioned the tarantula halfway through makeup, like you’d mention owning a cat. Said she wanted to model nude with it. No explanation. Just that it had to happen. That session became something else entirely—not glamour, not fashion, but an eerie, elegant tension. Her stillness. The spider’s slow crawl across her shoulder. The room filled with dusty afternoon light and something feral underneath it.

• Moab Entrada Bright Rag Paper
• 290gsm, 100% cotton
• Award-winning, museum grade paper
• Textured matte finish
• Archival: acid and lignin-free paper
• High-resolution, large format inkjet printing
• Sizing: White borders do not change size of the print