I present the thing we're going to do as a simple starting point. They all know it's an art piece and that it's all going to be recorded. And I have never had an experience where one of these men… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
The amazing thing is that we live our lives with the hope that things will go right, that things will happen. And all along… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
Well, my intention is to make work about being uncomfortable. About being in a world that isn't always the world you want to be… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
Humans like to look. I think that voyeurism and exploitation are often used in the same sentence. But, in my opinion, voyeurism is a… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
I won't look it in the eye. As soon as I do, I get scared. You gotta walk the plank at some point, but… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
I'm interested in that hybrid - the place between the real world and my imagination. There's a friction that's created between the things we… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
Tenderness and lust are just immature little brothers of love. Yes of course it was lust... but I'm not sure how evolved or resolved… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
I'm always afraid going into strange places, but I also choose carefully and listen to my instincts. These were men I could trust. I'm… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
I feel like the men who end up in my videos, their biggest crime is being lonely. They're not violent, they're not scary people,… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
Death is sad, yes, but there are some great laughs you can find there. — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
The act of looking is brave. Especially if you look at things you can't handle. I think that most people do not look. If… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
I've always seen my work as trying to make the connection with men who no one really spends time with. — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
It's always a problem - you've got to figure out a place to put your body. You've got to wake up in the morning… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
