As a child, I had an immense fear of haircuts. I would run and hide each time the salon lady was summoned. Thus, growing up I realised that I had incredibly sensitive scalp. At night, I used to fantasize about an alternate culture with certain peculiar yet immensely sensual processions such as the bride and the groom, both being shorn in these beautiful ritualistic surroundings, naked, with incense sticks, chanting, music, and hundereds of well wishing guests. The procedure seemed to be beautiful too, being soaked in a bath with rose petals and honey, having milk poured on the scalp, given a wonderful relaxing massage and then milk slowly being poured on the scalp, and the hair being sheared little by little with a straight razor, while the person being shaved is at his or her most peaceful, relaxed state.Then, with the blessings of the wise and the best wishes of the wedding guests, the bride and groom are guided to a place with privacy where they can explore each other at their most vulnerable defenseless state. The haircuts here somehow make them exclusive to each other, accepting each other at their most unsightly state and somehow eliminating the possibility of others finding them attractive. I see a woman allowing her lover to cut her her hair and shave her head as an immense act of trust and submission, and a powerful expression of her love and exclusivity. I find the scenario extremely erotic, when the man is rubbing her shoulders, kissing her, whispering sweet nothings into her hears, touching her sensually, smiling at her, holding her with the utmost protectiveness and devotion, like she's the most precious pearl in the ocean, stroking her hair, biting her ears, kissing her on the neck, tugging her hair, kissing her eyes, until he slowly pushes her head down flips her hair, pours rose milk on her scalp and shaves her while savouring it, making her feel every sensation possible and then proceeding to wash her scalp with his large and gentle hands and then lifting her and placing her on the bed and making passionate love to her.
Megan is a 35mm photographer based in London. Her work has been featured in various magazines and was published in the Mammoth Book of Erotic photography 2014. She tends to shoot friends and avoid fashion models, never using Photoshop. She loves tan lines and body hair and her intention is to present female sexuality, intimately from a female gaze - giving a glimpse into the world of female sexuality from a women’s point of view.