| A contract of mutual self-delusion exists between the caller and phone sex operator. The caller imagines he is speaking to his most secret fantasy, and the operator willingly plays the part. A phone sex operator must be able to understand the caller’s wants. But more importantly, they must be able to decrypt the unspoken desires. Those things that are too preposterous, too scandalous, or humiliating to articulate. From a few mumbled words, a phone sex operator must weave a finely detailed fantasy encounter. It requires a vivid imagination, acting ability, and above all, a deep understanding of the human appetite. |  |
Phillip Toledano
A contract of mutual self-delusion exists between the caller and phone sex operator. The caller imagines he is speaking to his most secret fantasy, and the operator willingly plays the part. A phone sex operator must be able to understand the caller’s wants. But more importantly, they must be able to decrypt the unspoken desires. Those things that are too preposterous, too scandalous, or humiliating to articulate. From a few mumbled words, a phone sex operator must weave a finely detailed fantasy encounter. It requires a vivid imagination, acting ability, and above all, a deep understanding of the human appetite. What do we crave? What words have the maximum yield? What tone will most effectively reach into a man’s trousers? Phone sex is theater. An artificial passion play in real time, directed by a skilled verbal fantasist, with only one possible conclusion.
I was born in London to a French Moroccan mother and an American father. I believe that photographs should be like unfinished sentences. There should always be space for questions. My work is socio-political, and varies in medium, from photography to installation.
