Welcome to my world rendered in absolutes—pure black and white, nothing in between. Each photo is crafted in 1-bit black and white where shadow and light battle for space, and emotion finds clarity in contrast. Stripped of color and grays, these works reveal raw presence, surreal quiet, and stories whispered through form. Here, the binary becomes deeply human.
Reach out on Instagram if you’d like to “collaborate”. It’s easier than you think. ~ Maxx
She rests in the hush between waves, where the sea forgets to move and time softens its edge. Shadows trace her like a memory, half dream, half awakening. The silence hums with stories left untold. Her gaze meets the dark with quiet defiance, a calm born from the rhythm of the shore.
Model: Laura
An intimate fragment, where silence gathers in the curve of skin and hair. The unseen becomes louder than the visible, inviting the viewer into the secret language of closeness.
She reclines against the brightness, stretched across the bed like a shadow dissolving into light. One arm shields, the other releases, caught in the quiet tension of surrender and resistance.
A body sculpted by light, turned into both sculpture and apparition.
Her backward glance pierces through the chiaroscuro — part defiance, part seduction, part mystery.
Amid jagged rock, she bends in a gesture both ordinary and intimate—slipping into a sandal, bridging softness against the earth’s weight. The contrast sharpens her form until she feels carved from the landscape itself.
A fleeting gesture, a quiet rebellion.
The heel slips free, held not by the ground but by choice.
Against the void, the cat’s gaze burns bright—wide, unblinking, alive with curiosity and caution. The world dissolves around it, leaving only light on fur and the sharpness of its stare.
Body traced in satin,
half-claimed by darkness, half-claimed by light. It is less about what we see
and more about what is left to imagine
Caught in motion, her body leans into light while shadows break it apart. The window divides the scene, turning intimacy into something distant, almost unreachable.
Head tilted skyward, the form stretches into light, every curve sharpened by shadow. One hand grips the collar, a gesture both vulnerable and commanding.
A figure emerges from the dark, features swallowed by shadow, yet the gesture of the hand lingers—half concealed, half revealed. Light brushes faintly across the outline, hinting at intimacy without unveiling it.
The figure stands softened by shadows, arms folded, gaze heavy with thought. Light floods from behind, wrapping the room in a glow that makes the body part silhouette, part apparition.
It feels like a pause between moments—a quiet declaration of presence, unhurried, unbroken, waiting for nothing but itself.
The body curves into light, framed by darkness that only sharpens its glow. A smile breaks through, soft yet powerful, as if joy itself becomes an act of defiance.
Every contour speaks of presence, unapologetic and whole. It is a portrait of confidence, where strength wears the face of ease.
From the depths of shadow, a form begins to take shape—partly hidden, partly revealed. The light clings to the body like fragments of memory, leaving the face half-lost, half-haunting.
It is an apparition of strength and silence, walking out of the void. Presence becomes power, sharpened by mystery.
Light tears through the form, scattering edges into abstraction. What remains is not a body, but an impression—movement caught between shadow and flame.
The blur feels restless, a shifting presence that refuses to be pinned down. It is the echo of something fleeting, lingering only as contrast.
