Aeiou (1992)
This photographer loves to play with bodies. He gives beautiful naked women strange attributes, a bass tuba here, a mandolin there; puts numbers on their brows and closed eyes (numerology is never far away), covers their hair with a hairband (making them a member of one tribe) and hides their faces in books, etc. He changes them as if by magic into weird, elusive beings, into bodies without any discernible features. The individual dissolves into a type. Yet exactly how we are to interpret this type remains unresolved: the images remain mysteries, riddles with their adorned bodies stubbornly ambiguous.
Steven Humblet