In
painting I was able to satisfy my leg and nipple fetishism.
—P. Molinier
I was
showing a friend some pictures by cross-dressing painter-photographer Pierre
Molinier, and we were arrested by one of the artist en travesti, posing beside
one of his paintings, wearing a maniacal grin of the sort one comes to expect
in his photographs—a grin that is rich, beautiful, luxurious, desirable,
insane, “Joan Crawford stars in Possessed!” The interior is drab, dreary,
“comfortable,” in that asphyxiating way we’re familiar with from Zola’s Thérèse
Raquin. Molinier is a character mostly of the postwar period, and his work from
the 1960s and ’70s percolates with sick genius, with energized wit. Yet,
trawling for references, I want to compare his deportment to the Paris of the
Second Empire in the poetry of Baudelaire. The Walter Benjamin quotes feel like
they are just there. “Something different is disclosed in the drunkenness of
passion: the landscape of the body,” writes Benjamin in his Passagenwerk.
“These landscapes are traversed by paths which lead sexuality into the world of
the inorganic. Fashion itself is only another medium enticing it still more
deeply into the universe of matter.”
In most
photographs, Molinier wears what is pretty much a uniform: Black stockings
encase legs I can’t help feeling are too thin for a man; there are corsets,
gauntlets, spike-heeled pumps, garters, maybe a nice lace brassiere. Fetish
wear. It’s vaguely humorous, as sexual costumes so often are (c.f. Peter
Berlin, Lady Gaga). As ever, Molinier’s truly sinister frozen smile beams sans
cesse. It could be a plastic attachment it’s so steady, permanent.
Born in
Agen, France, in 1900 and a lifelong resident of Bordeaux, Molinier in 1931
married Andrea Lafaye. Already, however, he had acquired some notoriety as a
sexual nonconformist. He was an infamous transvestite, but was he substantially
or primarily homosexual? It’s hard to say. André Breton liked him. “Be assured,
dear Pierre Molinier, that the Surrealists are very much your friends,” he
wrote. Breton organized the single exhibition of Molinier’s paintings in the
artist’s lifetime, held at the Paris gallery À l’Étoile Scellée in 1955; he
also invited the artist to contribute to the magazine Le surréalisme, même. But
Breton was a prude, really, and the core Surrealist group quite stridently
homophobic. By 1959, the Pope of Surrealism had had it with Molinier’s dildo
bisexual transvestite filth, and in particular recoiled, it is said, from the
artist’s various lewd advances. Surrealism was such a bourgeois affair.
Molinier
was a housepainter by trade, but early on he became possessed by the spirit of
the avant-garde and the School of Paris, passing through Impressionist,
Symbolist, and Cubist modes in a manner glancingly similar to the young
Picabia. The Symbolist phase stuck, and the paintings that were shown at
L’Étoile Scellée, as well as those that appear in the following pages—most of
them disappeared into private collections; a few were reproduced in a 1979
French exhibition catalogue—suspire the perfumed and humid air familiar from
the paintings of Gustave Moreau and Jean Delville. Certain other
off-the-most-beaten-track Surrealist painters also come to mind—Remedios Varo
and Léonor Fini—and obviously Hans Bellmer’s drawings and photographs. One of
the works here, unfinished, portrays a gilt seraphim whose bee-stung lips evoke
the artist’s rictus. It has never before been shown; this portfolio is its
debutante ball.
In 1950,
Molinier, in the spirit of Surrealist effrontery and I’m-going-to-kill-myself-I-swear
teasing, created a mock tombstone with this epitaph:
Here lies
Pierre
MOLINIER
born on
13 April 1900 died around 1950
he was a
man without morals
he was
proud of it and gloried in it
No need
to pray for him.
Twenty-six
years later, he shot himself with a Colt handgun, killing himself in the dark
apartment he’d lived in for fifty-odd years. Isn’t parody eo ipso cruel? Even
so, Molinier’s works are loving. When guys (especially homosexuals) dress up in
women’s clothes, they love it but it’s a mockery. Or so I’ve been told.
Portfolio
: Pierre Molinier. Paintings. By David Rimanelli. Art Forum , May 2022.

As the
music video for “Whatever Violet Wants” begins, a figure quickly pulls back
curtains to reveal a startling silhouette: a glowing white background
accentuates a corseted waist and the contours of a rockabilly hairdo, and
faintly highlights what we learn a few frames later is a leather harness
cupping bare breasts. Violet Chachki has arrived. Pay attention.
Chachki—drag
queen, model, recording artist, and winner of season seven of RuPaul’s Drag
Race—wrote on Instagram shortly after the video’s release that it is a
celebration of the French Surrealist artist Pierre Molinier’s work and ideas.
This opening scene—which mirrors Molinier’s photograph Le Chaman—is just one
moment where this connection becomes clear.
Molinier
originally trained as a painter, but is best known for his erotic imagery. He
photographed himself—often dressed in corsets and fishnets, holding fetish
accessories, or wearing masks—then copied and cut out the images of his body
and reassembled them into a single montaged image. “Whatever Violet Wants”
brings Molinier’s work to life, recreating and animating the tangle of limbs
and fetishistic imagery in an entirely new context.
I
recently spoke to Chachki about the making of the music video, the art of drag,
and how Molinier and other modern artists influence her work.
Isabel
Custodio: Take me through the genesis of this project. How did you choose
“Whatever Violet Wants”?
Violet
Chachki: I’ve always loved the Sarah Vaughan cover of “Whatever Lola Wants.” I
think I first heard it in the movie Kinky Boots, which is about a drag queen
who opens a shoe factory in the UK. It’s a very drag, sort of fetishy song
about getting what you want and being confident. My drag character is very
dominant and domineering, and that’s a quality that I am inspired by. When I
see strong, confident women who really know what they want and get what they
want, that’s the kind of woman that inspires my drag, so putting a new spin on
“Whatever Lola Wants” and doing “Whatever Violet Wants” felt very appropriate.
IC : You’ve
said that this video is a celebration of the artist Pierre Molinier’s ideas.
How do you see the themes of his work in relation to your drag?
VC : I’ve
always been into subcultures. In the ’50s and ’60s, what Pierre Molinier was
doing was super subculture—he was taking self-portraits, it was very private,
very intimate. I think that’s actually how I started my drag—in my bedroom,
taking MacBook self-portraits. There’s something really intimate about getting
in drag in your bedroom in the safety of your own home. Especially for me, as a
16-year-old or a 17-year-old taking self-portraiture. That’s one of the ways
that I see me and Molinier’s work overlap.
I also
identify with his surreal aspects. I think his work has a real escapism to it,
which is another thing that I love about drag. You literally get to escape and
become someone else and go into a different world. The surreal aspect that
Molinier brings into his pieces transports you. The fact that he was doing them
before Photoshop—cutting up negatives and creating these surreal images by
hand—is just so cool to me. I discovered him right around the time that I was
getting into drag and getting into celebrating my feminine side and getting
into escapism as a form of therapy.
I see
myself in him a lot. I think there’s something really exciting about fetish
gear and high heels. He would use a lot of props and fetish imagery—there’s
something counterculture and taboo about it. I always have been excited by
taboo things, especially growing up, going to Catholic school. And I think that
was something that he thought was exciting as well, being a bit naughty, I
guess. You’re not supposed to do these things, so you do them in private.
IC : You
were able to use some of Molinier’s actual props in the video. How did that
opportunity come about? Were you working with his estate?
VC : There
was actually an auction a few years ago of his estate, and there were so many
props, and shoes, and masks, and everything. I was devastated because I wasn’t
in Paris to go to the auction and buy something, because that would be my
dream, to own one of the props. Everyone in Paris was going crazy for it at the
time, and I think the props just got bought out by everybody and dispersed
around Paris. I know Christian Louboutin bought some stuff.
I don’t
know exactly who we bought the props from, but it was one of the video’s
director’s friends who was at the auction and bought a bunch of the props. We
were so, so lucky to have some of the actual pieces. It was so cool to be able
to wear them. And, of course, we handled them with great care and respect. But
I’m hoping one day I’ll be able to purchase a prop of his myself.
IC : Throughout
the video, you go back and forth between being in and out of drag. It almost
gives you another character: a desirer and a desired. Can you walk me through
the decision to portray yourself that way?
VC : I
think it’s nice to showcase yourself as you are. Drag queens are celebrated so
much on stage and when we’re presenting as our most creative selves. But it is
jarring being onstage in front of 5,000 people, and then—it’s really cliché—but
you go back to your hotel and you’re all alone. It’s difficult to be celebrated
in drag and then be way less celebrated out of drag. I think I’m also making a
conscious decision as I get older to take time for myself and to celebrate
myself without makeup—to showcase my natural beauty, I guess, even for my own
enjoyment, and to document myself outside of drag and where I’m at in my boy
self. Even just posting a boy selfie on Instagram, I lose, usually, thousands
of followers. So it is an interesting conversation to think about.
I can
just hear the video’s director, Ali Mahdavi, in his thick French accent: “You
are such a beautiful boy as well.” [In the video] he made the decision to start
off out of drag, and then get a little distorted in the middle, and then toward
the end in more full high drag. I think that adds a surreal element that’s in
touch with Molinier’s. There’s even one part where there are two of me out of
drag, licking myself in drag.
IC : Unlike
your video for “A Lot More Me,” where these intricate, colorful sets play such
an important role, your video for “Whatever Violet Wants,” like a lot of
Molinier’s work, really came together in post-production. Can you talk about
that process and how you wanted the video to visually echo Molinier’s work?
VC : I
never thought of taking one of Molinier’s images and making it move. And that
was Ali’s idea, to take his work and make it even more interesting as a video,
because we’ve only seen his work as a still before. So, it was definitely a
struggle, and it took a very, very long time, and lots of convincing and
throwing money at it. It was definitely difficult to get the post-production
correct. Like I said, it’s not the most CGI-gorgeous stuff either, but again, I
think that lends itself to Molinier’s work. Even just all the green screen work
and getting my lips to be separated and then getting me to kiss myself, it is a
lot of finessing. I mean, I’m not Beyoncé. I don’t have, like, endless amounts
of post-production money either. But it’s nice because Molinier’s work is a
little DIY and a little cut-and-paste. In his work you can really see the
scissor snips and all those things. I like that the video echoes that.
IC : You’ve
said that drag is all about taking references from pop culture and flipping
them on their heads. You’ve specifically cited Erté, Tom of Finland, Busby
Berkeley, John Willie, and Dita Von Teese as inspirations. These aren’t pop
culture figures that you’re going to find in a lot of mainstream discussions.
I’m curious where you first encountered these figures and where you continue to
find inspiration for your work.
VC : I
am a child of the Internet. Tumblr is really what changed the game for me. I
got exposed to things in print as well. I remember seeing Heatherette in my
friend’s Teen Vogue, and little things like that. But what took it off for me
was the Internet. I would see something on Tumblr that I liked, and it would
have a little caption. Then I would Google the caption, and then I would find
more stuff. And it just kept building and building.
And then
even with Tumblr, you can like something. So you have an archive of all these
things that you’ve discovered. I still, to this day, will go back to my old
Tumblr, even though there’s lots of vintage porn that has been removed, and the
smutty stuff I liked—John Willie or Tom of Finland—is no longer allowed on
Tumblr.
And I
hate that I’m saying “the Internet,” because I’m really old school. And I do
not relate to the youth of today, as far as TikTok and what today’s version of
Tumblr, Instagram, or MySpace would be. I was at the right place at the right
time as far as the Internet is concerned.
IC : You’re
using references that feel very sexually progressive and very unafraid of
displaying queer identity. It feels relevant to a lot of the most eye-roll-inducing
parts of Pride discourse, specifically about kink. What I love is that you seem
to put your stake in the ground and you’re saying, “This is me. I’m in charge
of this, and I’m not even going to entertain this conversation.”
VC : Yeah.
The same conversation happens around drag. There are certain events where
people think that it should be a family-friendly drag event. Of course, that’s
not what this is about for me. I think the way the world works is that there
are cultural differences and subcultures. Some things are not for everyone, and
some things are inappropriate for other people to partake in. And I think that
that is more than okay. I think that’s a positive thing. For me, drag is my
therapy. Drag is something that I do to escape, to relieve, to celebrate. It’s
not necessarily for your children. It’s for me. And there’s nothing wrong with
that. You can’t sanitize queer people. It’s not a thing. I mean, not if I’m
around.
I think
about the Sex and the City episode where one of them loses her shoes. She’s
like, “What about me? What do I get for not having children? What do I get for
not getting married?” There are so many rewards for people who are married and
have children. And there should be nothing wrong with being single, having no
children, and wanting to design your life that way. The fact that everyone who
does have children wants you to think about their children when you’re making
your everyday decisions—it’s like, give me a break. Even as drag queens, we get
flak from conservatives because parents will bring their children to drag shows
and drag events. Then all of a sudden these conservative people are yelling at
us. I’m like, “This isn’t my kid. I didn’t bring them.” This has nothing to do
with me. I just hate how it has become everyone’s responsibility to parent
other people’s children. That’s not my responsibility, darling.
IC : Right,
and I think that ties back into Molinier’s work and life. I know that he
initially was involved with other Surrealist artists. André Breton invited him
into his circle, but his work was deemed too radical, too queer. Eventually
they parted ways, and Molinier basically worked on his own. What’s interesting
is you’re doing the opposite in a way. You’re taking an art form that has been
underfunded and undervalued, and entering these very traditional, elite
institutions like the Met Gala and Fashion Week. I’m wondering if you see this
as a final chapter of Molinier’s legacy—reappropriating these images, but in a
totally different social context.
VC : It’s
interesting you bring that up because I feel like I’m dealing with a similar
scenario. For instance, booking a beauty campaign. A lot of drag queens have
gotten beauty deals, but it seems like the nature of my work—whether it be
Molinier posing in lingerie or corsets, or something else—is a bit more
provocative than, say, your average storyteller drag queen. Brands and
companies are more willing to give work to more palatable, commercial drag
performers who can appeal to the widest audience possible. But you are right in
saying that I have brought my style of drag and pro-sex style to these spaces.
I think the art world can respect it way more, and I consider the fashion world
to be a part of that. But there’s not a lot of money in fashion or art. These
days, making money is really about selling products. But I think the art and
fashion worlds can see the artistic value in what I do and in what Molinier
did—in hindsight now, of course.
IC : Drag
feels like the most personal and all-consuming art form. You’re responsible for
the complete invention and presentation of a persona. I’m wondering if this
makes evolution harder as an artist. Does it ever feel like it’s difficult to
experiment because there’s an expectation of who Violet Chachki is, and what a
Violet Chachki show might look like?
VC : I
don’t like to experiment too much, for a couple of reasons. One is that there
are just so many drag queens. And there are a lot of drag queens who I don’t
think would’ve doing drag even five or six years ago. The acceptance level and
the work in the industry has come so far in such a short amount of time that it
has become completely oversaturated. So you really have to pick something and
stick with it, because you’re bound to get mistaken for someone else. That’s
the worst feeling—it has happened to me so many times, where I’m out at an
event and I get mistaken for another drag queen.
So you
have to have a style and stick with it, and be the best at it. That’s what I
try to do: know who I am, and deliver at all times. At the end of the day, show
business is a business, and it costs. Drag is really expensive, and you have to
stand out if you want to get work and be the best in whatever style you’re
doing. Drag, for me, is not a forever thing. Glamour and escapism are the
principles that I will always be in search of, whether it’s drag or a different
sort of creative outlet. I’m trying to get all of the things I want to do done
while I still have interest in the art form.
IC : You
have said that your Digital Follies show, for example, is allowing you to
document a very specific point in your career. I’m wondering how this relates
to your use of references and your sources of inspiration, because so many of
them come from an era when documentation, at least relative to now, was scarce.
Are you thinking about the documentation you’ve missed from these sources or
what you’re leaving for the future?
VC : Yeah.
I think that I also like to come back to things and do them better. For
example, I did an Erté number in 2012, but it was horrible because I didn’t
know what I was doing, and I didn’t have the experience of drag to execute the
vision. And so I constantly revisit ideas and try to do them better.
For me,
documentation is super important. I am planning on doing a book at some point.
I also want to have a lot of footage, so we’re constantly taking
behind-the-scenes videos. Of course, there’s also the wardrobe. I feel like I’m
running a small museum with these clothes—keeping track and taking care of
everything is such a chore, and making sure all of that stuff is preserved and
documented. It is important to me to archive everything and to sort of check
all the boxes of the things that I want to do and document them properly. One
day, maybe there’ll be a retrospective. I have no idea.
Violet
Chachki on the Art of Drag. The drag
superstar talks about queerness, families, and
her
tribute to the transgressive artist Pierre Molinier. By Isabel Custodio. MoMA Magazine, June 16, 2021.
Whatever
Violet Wants. Music Video Violet Chachki. Directed by Ali Mahdavi.
Show Studio

Bordeaux,
France, 1968. Pierre Molinier puts on some makeup, a black eye mask covers half
of his face, fishnet stockings curve around his elegant legs and a metal chain
binds them to the stool he sits on. He starts photographing himself, once
standing naked in front of the camera, a second time wearing a wig and his
bottom facing the lens. This was a typical moment for the French photographer.
After
capturing himself on film, Molinier would typically use silver scissors to cut
around the body contours in the photos he had just shot, and reassemble them
into a single photomontage of his own body; a mise en abyme -- or, the same
image replicated to give the impression of infinity -- that he would
immortalize with his folding camera.
Born in
1900, Pierre Molinier's life and work as a painter and photographer was filled
with dark fantasies and sensational anecdotes. He is infamous for his
fetishistic depictions of women's legs, his disturbing obsession with his
sister, his taste for firearms, his wanderings in silk stocking along the
streets of Bordeaux, and his tragic end in 1976 on his bed, a pistol in his
mouth.
His
enigmatic photographs continue to fascinate audiences, artists and
photographers, and his multifaceted body of work, with its fantasized and
fetishized bodies, is still challenging to this day.
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Originally
trained as a painter, Pierre Molinier began his artistic career in the late
1920s, producing landscapes and portraits inspired by Impressionism. But then
he took a change of course, and in 1951 he presented a controversial erotic
painting at a respectable art salon in Bordeaux. Entitled "Le Grand
Combat," it depicted a swirling multitude of (possibly women's) legs in
fishnet stockings, and, shortly after, he started to send images of his works
to poet and writer André Breton, the godfather of French surrealism.
His and
Breton's encounters led to a solo exhibition at the famous Paris surrealist
gallery L'Etoile Scellée in 1956, exposing Molinier's work to a wider audience.
On the opening night, Breton wrote to Molinier: "Today, you've become the
master of vertigo. Your photographs don't leave a shadow of a doubt as to your
aspirations and it seems difficult to me to be more troubling. They are as
beautiful as they are scandalous."
Moving
away from painting, in the early 1960s Pierre Molinier started to dedicate his
practice to photographic work, mainly self-portraits, enhanced by a process of
photomontage. His technique often consisted of photographing himself
dressed-up, body hair waxed and with make-up on, his face covered with a mask
and him dressed in black fetish accessorizes -- corsets, gloves, stockings and
high-heels, veils, fishnets, and sometimes a top hat. He would then cut around
the outlines of the body parts in the photos and reassemble them in a final
collage photograph; an ideal image of himself. Sometimes, he would replace his
own head with the face of a doll. The process was similar to the enduring
surrealist group drawing game, "Exquisite Corpse." And although he
was greatly influenced by the surrealists, Molinier never officially joined
that movement, remaining a lone practitioner throughout his life.
Costume
was core to his experimental works. Whether dressing up for a self-portrait or
using one of his male and female models -- some of whom were his lovers -- all
subjects were disguised with outfits and wigs, posing against backdrops of dark
fabric in swathes. This theatricality was also a key part of his practice, as
he typically shot his erotic scenes in the bourgeois interior of his studio in
Bordeaux, using baroque screens, velvet curtains and floral wallpapers as
backgrounds. This provocative contrast between the erotic and the acceptable
caused an electric tension in his images.
Throughout
his artistic practice, Molinier deconstructed sexual identities, dismembering
the representations and stereotypes of the masculine and the feminine self,
stirring up gender trouble and transgressing the presupposed sacredness of the
indivisible body.
His
depictions of transgender, androgynous and transvestite bodies, which were cut
up, reassembled and played with, invented a surrealist, pornographic theater of
uninhibited desires and fantasies, utterly shocking the French bourgeois
audience of the 1960s. His work was considered by many to be perverse, even
depraved, and despite Breton's efforts, Molinier was never accepted by the
French cultural elite.
But it
is perhaps because of the unflinching nature of much of his work that
Molinier's major legacy has endured, spanning across contemporary visual art,
photography, fashion and cinema. His first posthumous retrospective was at
Paris' major institution Centre Pompidou, three years after his death, and he
is frequently included in shows that explore themes of identity, queerness and
photographic innovation, Kiss My Genders at the Hayward Gallery in London was a
recent one.
His
influence can be seen in the work of hugely influential Japanese photographer
Nobuyoshi Araki, and controversial American photographer Robert Mapplethorpe --
in its eroticism, fetishism and sexual powerplay. And in the work of Cindy
Sherman, whose own self-portraits pushed the boundaries of gender and identity
in photography.
French
filmmaker Gaspard Noé has expressed his deep fascination for Molinier's
colorful character as much as for his decadent images, while fashion designers
such as Jean-Paul Gaultier and shoe designer f have carried Molinier's heritage
in their collections; his aesthetic mythology and his ode to provocation,
mystery and desire.
Not just
complex in its technique and subject matter, Molinier's kaleidoscopic images
confronted traditional ideas of power, domination and gender fluidity. They can
be seen as icons for a post-gender era, and the photographer himself as a
trailblazer for today's queer and questioning culture. His photomontages of
merged body parts transgressed the limits of the human form, creating a space
to imagine new visual possibilities -- and political possibilities too.
The lone
surrealist whose erotic art provokes to this day. By Martha Kirszenbaum. CNN, April
29, 2020.

Who? An
account of French artist Pierre Molinier’s colourful life reads like that of
the protagonist in an Oscar Wilde novel. A product of France’s
oft-fictionalised fin de siècle degeneration, Molinier defied all societal
norms to live a life of hedonistic excess. Both homosexual and a transvestite
in an era when both were frowned upon – he asbcribed himself the title of
‘lesbienne’ – Molinier pursued fetishism and the latent eroticism of the
subconscious mind to its most extreme degree.
Born in
France in 1900, Molinier began his career as a lowly and unexceptional house
painter. In fact it wasn’t until he moved to Bordeaux, the city which marked
the beginning of his self-discovery, that he began to delve into the
underground culture of 1920s France. He quickly joined a secret society and
began to express his fervent interest in the arts, strongly advocating the
fashion of the day for throwing ‘salons’ – intimate get-togethers with a select
number of likeminded individuals – and showing his erotic, experimental and
magic-infused artwork with his peers.
By 1955
Molinier had begun a fruitful correspondence with André Breton, the founder of
Surrealism, who dubbed him 'the magician of erotic art' and decided to include
his sensual, and at times violent, works in the International Surrealist
Exhibition. This marked the artist’s official induction into the movement, and
he soon earned a reputation as an artist who would dare to execute the ideas
his reputable contemporaries, who included the likes of Salvador Dalí, only
dreamt of.
His
investigation into fetishism and depravity, both through painting and
photography, steadily gathered momentum, culminating in an extensive series of
portraits and self-portraits in which Molinier himself often features as a
many-limbed woman, a dominatrix, or a devil. When his dwindling health prompted
his death at the age of 76, it was executed with the all the charisma his
character would suggest; a great lover of guns, he died from a single
self-inflicted gunshot wound. The death befitted the gravestone the artist had
built for himself 26 years earlier, which read: "Here lies Pierre
Molinier, born on 13 April 1900, died around 1950. He was a man without morals;
he didn’t give a fuck of glory and honour; useless to pray for him."
What? To
call Molinier a master of disguise scarcely seems to do him justice. Costume
formed the central tenet of his experimental works, whether it was worn by the artist
himself – he loved to dress up as woman in fetishwear, doll's masks and women's
accessories for his many self-portraits – or by his subjects – men, women and
lovers he disguised with the outfits and wigs, and who posed against a backdrop
of swathes of dark fabric.
Throughout
his career, the artist insisted that he created work purely for self his own
pleasure; he described eroticism as “a privileged place, a theatre in which
incitement and prohibition play their roles, and where the most profound moments
of life make sport.” His production methods were often as unusual as the images
which came of them. A great believer in the results to be had by intervening in
the image-making process, the artist often pleasured himself while pressing the
shutter, and mixed the product of his climax with colour pigments in the course
of developing the image.

His
photomontages present an especially compelling and fantastical vision. By
cutting and pasting body parts and textures from various different photographs
to create a final image, Molinier found that he was able to conjure the
many-limbed creatures from his own psyche, and hoped that, on seeing them,
viewers of his work would be similarly surprised by their own repressed,
fetishistic instincts. 70 of these montages were included in The Chaman and its
Creatures, an unfinished artist's book made in 1967, to which the foreword
reads: “at all times, my acts and my actions in life have stemmed from love or
eroticism.”
Why?
Though Molinier’s photographs are neither as shocking nor as revolutionary now
as they would have been to a conservative audience in 1950s France, the artist
was utterly groundbreaking in his willing embrace of the darkest elements of
his own desire. He continually challenged received orthodoxies on art, morality
and religion, forcing the advancement of thinking on freedom, integrity and
equality in the process. It’s little surprise, then, that his influence
continues to resonate in contemporary art today – artists including Cindy
Sherman, Robert Mapplethorpe and Ron Athey count him among their forerunners,
and the themes of Surrealism and photo-collage he perpetuated continue to play
an important role in the art industry.
This Friday a sale of his work, assembled by his former lover and muse Emmanuelle
Arsan and hosted by Artcurial, will take place in Paris, including 200
photographs, collages, drawings and personal letters by the artist. That its
name, The Forbidden Sale, would have pleased Molinier only makes the
possibility of owning part of the collection more enticing.
The
Forbidden Photo-Collages of Pierre Molinier. By Maisie Skidmore. Another Magazine, November 12, 2015.
The
photographs reveal things as though through a keyhole, spotlit vignettes
rearing up from a forbidden world. They are small, black-and-white,
home-developed silver gelatin prints, and they glower round the walls, not so
much inviting as inciting you to look.
This
small show at Richard Saltoun in London’s Fitzrovia is the first UK exhibition
of Pierre Molinier’s work for over 20 years. Molinier, born in 1900, makes the
spectator feel like a voyeur. But he wants us to witness what he himself wanted
to see: these are episodes from a life in private, revealed to the world. His
photographs have the repetitiveness of obsession and pornography. The same old
things, again and again, the same focus, the same rooms, the same furniture and
paraphernalia.
And
Molinier himself, again and again. These are more than selfies. He shows too
much of himself, nevertheless. A man with a rose in his arse, corseted, masked,
veiled, bewigged, high-heeled, impaled, laughing, giving us his rictus grin.
Here’s his stockinged legs, bound at the ankles. Here’s his bum. Here it is
again. There’s that stool, the chair, the out-of-focus wallpaper. It looks like
nothing has changed here in decades.
Although
many of the photographs date from the 1960s and 70s, they seem to come from an
earlier age. There’s something musty and cloistered about them. They show a man
alone, a man with mannequins, performing for himself and for the camera – and
an invisible audience who might not be there at all.
Everything
happens in an apartment at 7 Rue de Faussets in Bordeaux. Here, Molinier acted
out his fantasy life and death before the camera. In 1950 he photographed
himself as a lain-out corpse, and concocted a shot of his own imaginary grave.
“He was a man without morals,” he wrote on the cross embedded in the earth.
Finally, in 1976, he committed suicide.
He left
a note on the door: “I’m killing myself, the key is with Claude Fonsale, the
lawyer.” Beside his corpse was a second note, railing against “all the bastards
who have been a pain in the arse all my bloody life”. Molinier staged his
death, just as he staged so much of his life. He found it amusing, he once
wrote, that those who would come to dissect his corpse (which he had donated to
science) would discover his toenails immaculately painted red. Molinier, who
also had a thing about guns, shot himself in the mouth in front of a mirror. He
wanted to watch. Throughout his work there is a quest for obliteration, losing
himself in sex and in the merger with a fantasised feminine alter ego.
A
housepainter by trade, Molinier became first a painter of surrealist, symbolist
canvases. André Breton encouraged his paintings in the late 1950s, though later
dropped the association. Breton may have been attracted to Molinier’s
anti-clericism, but not to his sexuality or his photography; the homophobia of
Breton’s circle was legendary. Yet Molinier’s art did eventually find its
milieu, and he is recognised as a marker in an evolving queer sensibility,
along with the wonderful Claude Cahun (whom Breton also supported, then
dropped). For Cahun, six years older than Molinier, a kind of private
performance photography was also central to her art.
Molinier’s
paintings are forced, glutinous and airless, while his drawings are more
interesting for what they represent than their style. Molinier drew things, I
think, to show himself how they looked, their forms and perverse conjunctions
already articulated in his mind, just as his photographs recorded events
already premeditated – dressed for, lit, framed and staged.
It was
as a photographer and photomontagist that Molinier really found himself. The
photograph became a mirror, a way of seeing and fixing himself as other.
Presumably, he wanted to preserve the image of his display in female guise, as
well as engaging in certain acts – some of which were only humanly possible
through the artifice of photomontage. But his auto-fellatio images were real
enough, performed with the assistance of a homemade yoke. Do not try this at
home.
Molinier’s
elaborate fantasy life and gender play became his art. His partners, for the
most part, were his own photomontaged and duplicated selves. In his photographs
he became both other and himself, man and woman, penetrator and penetrated. At
the core of his art, his transvestism signalled the merging of sexes, a
multiplication of organs and limbs and selves. He became the object of his own desire,
a self that was other.
He
photographed himself wearing a dildo, having sex with not one, but two montaged
doubles over a stool. He made double and triple self-portraits – meeting his
younger selves in the developing tray – and images of himself as a kind of
devil-shaman, backlit, with both breasts and erection.
The
impossible, too, is at the centre of his work: in one photomontage – possibly a
perverse play on Velázquez – a figure lounges on a couch in the pose of The
Toilet of Venus. Where Velázquez’s Venus is turned away from the viewer, seeing
her own face in a mirror, Molinier’s montaged head is reversed on his own shoulders.
The legs and female sex are also reversed. Front and back have been recombined,
then given an extra pair of legs and an arm that gropes out of nowhere.
Other
montages are kaleidoscopic Busby Berkeley mirrorings of multiple legs and faces
and arses. These images unfold about themselves like flowers and mandalas, made
up of body parts dismembered from his own photographs. What human anatomy won’t
allow, photomontage and collage make possible. It is all a delirious, rapturous
confusion.
The
repetition of Molinier’s images, the tiny circus of his performances to camera,
reflects his desires and compulsions. In the photographs, not even Molinier
changes much. His photographs try to stop time, smoothing out the signs of age
in the darkroom and by careful lighting. Molinier is said to have been an
influence, or at least a forerunner, of Cindy Sherman, Catherine Opie and
Robert Mapplethorpe. In his later years he also used other artists – notably
Swiss performer and painter Luciano Castelli and the French artist Thierry
Agullo – to model for photographs in roles closely allied to his own. Maybe he
saw them as body doubles as he grew older. Last year, a show of Molinier and
Genesis Breyer P-Orridge (of Psychic TV and Throbbing Gristle fame, among much
else) was held in New York. Posthumously, Molinier has become something of a
cult figure. His art was a kind of extreme exposure. Molinier’s life and art
are inextricable. It all writhes together.
The
Temptations of Pierre Molinier is at Richard Saltoun, London W1W, until 2
October 2015
Pioneer
of perversity: Pierre Molinier's extreme exposures. By Andrew Searle. The Guardian, August 25, 2015.

In his
influential 1919 essay “The Uncanny,” Freud points to the repressed as a
possible source of the troubling feeling of the uncanny, asserting, “It may be
true that the uncanny is nothing else than a hidden, familiar thing that has
undergone repression and then emerged from it, and that everything that is
uncanny fulfills this condition” .
Employing
the uncanny, the art of French post-war, post-Surrealist Pierre Molinier and
BREYER P-ORRIDGE, the ongoing collaboration between Throbbing Gristle and Psychic
TV’s Genesis Breyer P-Orridge and h/er now-late wife Lady Jaye, both uncover
the transformative and transcendent power inherent in the malleability of the
human body.
Pairing
these artists in an arresting, unsettling and ultimately inspiring show, Invisible-Exports’
BREYER P-ORRIDGE & Pierre Molinier exhibition forges a powerful aesthetic
genealogy between these uniquely subversive artists. Filled with fetish imagery
from fishnet tights to dildos and sky-high heels, including BREYER P-ORRIDGE’s
aptly named “Shoe Horn,” the exhibition combines BREYER P-ORRIDGE’s pandrogene
works with Molinier’s autoerotic black and white photomontages, allowing
viewers to perceive the links between these artists, as well as witness the
identity destabilizing possibility in body modification.
For
artists like BREYER P-ORRIDGE who, at least to me, have always seemed almost
peerless in their explosion of the binaries of sex and gender, the discovery of
Pierre Molinier, who also dared transform his own physical being through
technological means, provides an essential link in the trajectory of
transgressive art.
Quite
frankly, I only recently found Pierre Molinier’s demented photomontages in the
pages of the enormous tome Art & Queer Culture, which rendered me staring
stunned at Molinier’s multiple nylon-ed legs and mannequin mask, which appeared
almost like a proto-Narcissister.
A
contemporary of the Surrealists and, as his epitaph states, “a man without
morality,” Molinier, through the aid of a mirror and photographic manipulation,
investigated his own erotic fixations, which even alienated the Surrealists due
to his highly disturbing sexual imagination. As Catherine Lord details in Art
& Queer Culture, “Andre Breton who became interested in Molinier in the
mid-1950s, ceased to publish him ten years later when Molinier proposed a
painting of Christ with a dildo up his arse”
In the
photographs throughout Invisible-Exports, Molinier’s fetishistic montages
uncannily erase the separation between animate and inanimate objects through
his wild array of limbs, asses and dead-eyed female mannequin masks. In “The
Uncanny,” Freud quotes fellow uncanny theorist Ernst Jentsch who placed the
source of the uncanny with “doubts whether an apparently animate being is
really alive; or conversely, whether a lifeless object might not be in fact
animate” (5). Highlighting uncanny objects such as dolls, wax figures and
automatons, Jentsch’s animate confusion reflects Molinier’s own blurring of
these divisions.
Like
Jentsch’s dolls, Molinier’s self-portraits appear almost inhuman–a surreally
fantastical and almost nightmarish conglomeration of body parts, piling limbs
upon limbs and fracturing the apparent stability of anatomy. Not only
disturbing the seemingly strict difference between animate and inanimate
objects, Molinier’s photomontages also break the binary boundaries between the
genders, as well as the unchangeable understanding of the biological human
form.
Discovering
Molinier h/erself in a book on Surrealism while attending a conservative
English public school, Genesis Breyer P-Orridge writes on Molinier’s work: “Art
like Molinier’s and similar works attempt to solve this auto-destructive
trajectory by proposing both a vision of time as a congregation of loops and
looping that in themselves require a sense of responsibility for a future as we
might all experience just that! And by proposing a massive rethink of our
attitude to the human body. A final declaration that it is NOT sacred in any
way, merely a cheap suitcase to give mobility to consciousness…”
Mirroring
Molinier’s rejection of the sacredness of the body, BREYER P-ORRIDGE’s literal
transformation of the body similarly erases these constrictive and restrictive
binaries.
Taking
William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin’s conception of the cut-up to its absolute
limit, BREYER P-ORRIDGE create a collective “third mind” or the “pandrogene” by
cutting up the body through cosmetic surgery. Through numerous procedures to
look the most like each other as possible, Genesis and Lady Jaye, as BREYER
P-ORRIDGE, transcend the singular idea of the self.
As
BREYER P-ORRIDGE explain in “Breaking Sex,” “We are required, over and over
again by our process of literally cutting-up our bodies, to create a third,
conceptually more precise body, to let go of a lifetime’s attachment to the
physical logo that we visualize automatically as “I” in our internal dialogue
with the SELF”.
Through
post-surgery Polaroids, as well as Molinier-esque images of reflected body
parts and fishnet fetishism, BREYER P-ORRIDGE also engage with the uncanny
through the eeriness of “doubling.” Pointing to the double as a source of the
uncanny, Freud states, “These themes are all concerned with the idea of a
‘double’ in every shape and degree, with persons therefore, who are to be
considered identical by reason of looking alike; Hoffmann accentuates this
relation by transferring mental processes from the one person to the other–what
we should call telepathy–so that the one possesses knowledge, feeling and
experience in common with the other, identifies himself with another person, so
that his self becomes confounded, or the foreign self is substituted for his
own–in other words, by doubling, dividing and interchanging the self.”
Through
this “doubling, dividing and interchanging the self,” BREYER P-ORRIDGE assert
that the binary systems integral to institutional and societal control can be
overcome. In “Breaking Sex,” BREYER P-ORRIDGE reveal, “BREYER P-ORRIDGE believe
that the binary systems embedded in society, culture and biology are the root
cause of conflict, and aggression which in turn justify and maintain oppressive
control systems and divisive hierarchies. Dualistic societies have become so
fundamentally inert, uncontrollably consuming and self-perpetuating that they
threaten the continued existence of our species and the pragmatic beauty of
infinite diversity of expression. In this context, the journey represented by
their PANDROGENY and experimental creation of a third form of gender–neutral
living being is concerned with nothing less than strategies dedicated to the
survival of the species”.
By
rejecting these binary systems, both Molinier and BREYER P-ORRIDGE expose the
weaknesses in the restrictions of the human body. Returning to Freud’s
understanding of the uncanny as a familiar idea that has been repressed,
perhaps Molinier and BREYER P-ORRIDGE’s work causes such a destabilizing sense
in viewers due to the underlying truths exposed within them–that the body is
not sacred, that it is a potential artistic material like any other and that
through this body manipulation, alternative forms of post-binary existence can
be found.
As
BREYER P-ORRIDGE state in “Breaking Sex,” “When you consider transexuality,
cross-dressing, cosmetic surgery, piercing and tattooing, they are all
calculated impulses–a symptomatic groping toward a next phase. One of the great
things about human beings is that they impulsively and intuitively express what
is inevitably next in the evolution of culture and our species. It is the Other
that we are destined to become”
I Am
Doll Parts: The Fractured Anatomy of BREYER P-ORRIDGE and Pierre Molinier. By
Emily Colucci. Filthy Dreams, October 10, 2014.


Oh,
those Greeks! They knew how to live. What is required for that is to stop
courageously at the surface, the fold, the skin, to adore appearances, to
believe in forms, tones, words, in the whole Olympus of appearance. Those
Greeks were superficial – out of profundity.” —Friederich Nietzsche
““And eroticism is capable of helping to in
the discovery of that new world?” “More than that! It is identical with it,
it’s progress itself.”” —Emmanuelle Arsan
INVISIBLE-EXPORTS
is proud to present an exhibition of work by BREYER P-ORRIDGE & Pierre
Molinier.
“Here
lies Pierre Molinier,” reads the epitaph of the mercurial transgressive titan
of 20th century underground art. “This was a man without morality.”
Molinier
(1900-1976) was a postwar artistic renegade born into belle époque France, a
shape-shifting and iconoclastic self-fetishist, too bold and strange and
self-directed an artistic visionary to fit perfectly at home among even the
Surrealists, who were his closest radical ilk and his most sympathetic
admirers. As a young artist, Molinier established himself as a painter of
landscapes, but moved quickly to daring erotic collage and ultimately embarked
on a now-legendary project of photomontage self-portraits of himself as a
transvestite. They are a mesmerizing series of theatrical images exploring a
labyrinthine, refracted identity, many involving dolls, dildos, and prosthetic
limbs as “props,” that used Molinier’s own body as central malleable medium for
a whole new range of expressive gestures that remain riveting and brave today,
and inspired much later figures from Cindy Sherman to Ron Athey. In a
retrospective assessment, the Independent called him “a transvestite Baudelaire
who rather than words, chooses as his medium the corset, the mask and the
chain.”
Genesis
BREYER P-ORRIDGE (then known as Neil Megson) first encountered Molinier as a
schoolboy in a book about surrealism, which was given as an award for
“initiative” by the oppressive English public school that s/he attended on a
scholarship. S/he has resisted and ruthlessly dismantled the strictures and
brutal complacencies of that institution wherever s/he has encountered them in
the fifty years since. One of the most rigorous and relentless agents of the
postwar Anglo-American vanguard, BREYER P-ORRIDGE has interrogated the meaning
and substance of identity in a peerless half-century program of willful
reincarnation and shape-shifting. Embracing the body as not simply the vessel
but the site of the avant-garde impulse, BREYER P-ORRIDGE has reinvented and
reintroduced he/rself again and again—as Fluxus pioneer, groundbreaking
performance artist, inventor of industrial music, “wrecker of civilization,”
and, most recently, as pandrogyne, in a romantic project of identity and gender
merging with her now-late “other half”, Lady Jaye (with whom s/he continues to
collaborate as “BREYER P-ORRIDGE”, embodying both Genesis P-Orridge and Lady
Jaye Breyer). In each “body of work” — COUM Transmissions, Throbbing Gristle,
ruthless collage work and mail art, Pandrogeny —BREYER P-ORRIDGE, a living
legend of the Anglo-American underground, reminds us that what is dangerous and
what is important are never far apart—and that, when you believe something,
integrity demands that you live by it too. That principle of true and total
devotion to one’s own irresolvable impulses s/he discovered in Molinier—and the
thread of influence that connects them can seem a sort of parable of the secret
and often accidental ways that radicals and visionaries pass principles down
the generations, like samizdat-in-a-bottle tossed into the sea for some malcontent
in need to discover on some other shore, where he might be unable to live
without it. And where it might seem to hold the key, even, to the evolution of
humanity.
“His
guerilla darkroom of desire exploded across my visual cortex and embedded its
mercurial mandalas in mobius patterns of sensual shrapnel,” BREYER P-ORRIDGE
has written, of a first deep encounter with Molinier’s work, a decade or so
later. “The visceral wounding of my aesthetic was orgasmic and permanent.
Certain congruences and convergences of image were to be forever occupied by
his touch. It was fortunate that I had developed my own manner of collaging to
a place I felt confident about, so his beachhead into the unconscious didn’t
rattle me too much. For in his explorations of the most basic of all
subjects…the human body…he applied patterns and interplays so meticulously that
they felt as familiar at times as my own.”
“I felt
very comfortable admitting Molinier into my private pantheon of Occultural
Saints alongside Brion Gysin, William S. Burroughs, Austin Osman Spare and Hans
Bellmer,” BREYER P-ORRIDGE has written. “So much so that when Colin Naylor, who
at that time was editor of Art and Artists magazine, invited me to co-edit with
him what turned out to be an encyclopedic reference book called “CONTEMPORARY
ARTISTS” that ended up over 1000 pages long, I insisted “Only if you promise to
include Brion Gysin and Pierre Molinier”.
The
affinity is inescapable: both are avant-avant-garde figures who embraced more
fully the rhetoric of transgression made notorious by their
contemporaries—indeed embodied and performed that rhetoric where others merely
paid it lip service. And each, therefore, transformed completely the shape of
what seemed possible to whole new generations growing up in their wake, and
able to canonize pathbreaking radicals like BREYER P-ORRIDGE and Molinier in
their own private pantheons. Molinier “seized the means of perception,” BREYER
P-ORRIDGE continued, “and re-configured it. Everything becomes raw material,
malleable and neutral. There is no specific gender anymore. No male or female,
merely surfaces and a canvas of skin stretched across multiple skeletal frames.
The frame of reference, the “classic” and “male” nude is gone. Evaporated into
painterly gestures. Lipstick is slashed across one face, more faces. It becomes
closer to Japanese calligraphy than to make-up. And what is make-up, but
conscious deception?”
“The
irreversible compulsion of Molinier’s montages, where men become women, become
clones of themselves, become animalistic, become erotic, become gross, become
romantic, generates a maelstrom of fluid possibilities. We are in the eye of
his tornado, red slippers flash past, a witch, a dildo, a mask always a mask.
Pierre Molinier insists we face the impenetrable fact of our obliteration. Yet
simultaneously he describes a frolicking masqued ball, a carnival of
interchangeable characters. All of who can be him and equally therefore all can
be ourselves as well.”
“Art
like Molinier’s and similar works attempt to solve this auto-destructive
trajectory by proposing both a vision of time as a congregation of loops and
looping that in themselves require a sense of responsibility for a future as we
might all experience just that! And by proposing a massive rethink of our
attitude to the human body. A final declaration that it is NOT sacred in any
way, merely,” BREYER P-ORRIDGE continued, “a cheap suitcase to give mobility to
consciousness. Furthermore, a cheap suitcase that breaks down faster the more
you ‘travel’.”
And yet
in perverting these “cheap suitcases,” gestures toward alternative destinies
might just be found.
Press
release Invisible-Exports, New York, September
2014.
I was
first introduced to the work of French Surrealist photographer and painter
Pierre Molinier in the mid-90s by Genesis Breyer P-Orridge. Gen had a fantastic
velvet-covered book that simultaneously looked both luxurious and terribly
smutty. It was easy to see Gen’s attraction to Molinier’s work and the
influence was clear in the pandrogynous project which would soon be embarked
upon by Breyer/P-Orridge soon after. (It was readily apparent that Joel-Peter
Witkin was no stranger to Molinier’s work, either.)
Pierre
Molinier was a seriously strange fellow. For instance, he claimed to have had
sex with his dead sister’s corpse and to have photographed it.
“Even
dead, she was beautiful. I shot sperm on her stomach and legs, and onto the
First Communion dress she was wearing. She took with her into death the best of
me.”
Molinier’s
bizarre fetish photographs represented a very intimate disclosure about his own
sexuality and were considered absolutely outrageous for their time. (They’re
still outrageous! It wasn’t easy finding a handful that would work on this blog
without offending too many people.) Using himself as his primary subject,
Molinier’s photo-montage art-form was often about depicting himself as a female
(or hermaphroditic) alter-ego usually in the act of… well, auto-fellatio or
doing it to him/herself in other creative ways.
Using
masks, hand-carved dildos and prosthetic limbs, Molinier’s work was done mostly
for his private pleasures starting in the early 1950s, but eventually he sent
some of his pieces to Andre Breton who showed the work in 1956, thereby placing
Molinier in the Surrealist camp. Early attempts to publish his work were made
difficult by printers being reluctant to handle it and were abandoned.
Eventually several monographs were published and slowly over the years
Molinier’s work has become known to a cognescenti particular about such
matters.
In the
1970’s, his health began to falter. Molinier committed suicide while
masturbating, shooting himself in the head in his apartment in Bordeaux in
1976.
Below,
this strange little animation takes Molinier’s work as a point of departure.
Much more chaste than Molinier’s own work, you might want to watch this first
before you decide if you want to go any further…
Molinier is my revolution. Tom de Pékin.
Long
maligned and marginalised as a pervert of the artistic underground, Pierre
Molinier is now recognised as an important Surrealist erotic painter, a
fetishist photographer par excellence, a precursor of body art, and a pioneer
of the queer movement. All his life he was a pleasure-seeker, fully focused on
achieving his passions – anything rather than become a slave to convention.
Molinier
grew up in the town of Agen in south-western France. At 22, after his
compulsory military service, he moved to Bordeaux, earning his living as a
house painter, and in his spare time painting landscapes and portraits in a
fairly conventional style. He was a member of the Société Bordelaise des
Artistes Indépendants (Bordeaux Society of Independent Artists) from 1928, and
exhibited regularly in its salons.
Although
already identifying as bisexual and transvestite, in July 1931 he married
Andrea Lafaye, and they had two children, Françoise and Jacques. The
relationship became ever more fraught; by the end of the 1930s Molinier moved
permanently into a tiny studio apartment, where he spent time with a variety of
lovers, and he and Andrea finally divorced in 1949.
After
World War II, Pierre Molinier definitively rejected his previous life: he spent
more time cross-dressing, painted increasingly provocative paintings, and
started to take photographs of himself in sexual poses, often wearing stockings
and corset. He was a man, but he also wanted to be a woman.
For the
1951 Salon des Indépendants, Molinier submitted ‘Le grand combat’ (The Great
Confrontation), a half-abstract, half-figurative painting depicting contorted bodies
and entwined limbs. The Bordeaux society deemed it indecent and censored it,
which elicited a furious response from the incensed artist.
In early
1955 Molinier sent reproductions of his paintings and poems to André Breton,
who gave him an enthusiastic welcome, assured him of his support and offered to
exhibit him in Paris. Subsequently, Molinier designed the cover of the second
issue of the magazine Le Surréalisme même (Surrealism Itself) then, invited by
Breton, exhibited a canvas at the eighth Exposition Internationale du
Surréalisme. Molinier was a member of the Surrealist group from 1955 to 1969,
but remained on the fringes of Surrealism. Although close to Breton, and even
more so to the anticlerical and antimilitarist painter Clovis Trouille, Molinier
rejected most of the Surrealists, who were too puritanical for his taste.
Pierre
Molinier was deeply influenced by the fields of esotericism, magic and
shamanism, the character of the shaman arousing his interest because of its
ambiguity, neither man nor woman, the messenger between the world of the living
and that of the dead. From the mid-1950s Molinier devoted himself to
photography, a medium in which he explored his subconscious transsexual
desires. He created black and white photographs in which he assumed the roles
of dominatrix and succubus previously assumed by the women in his paintings. He
wanted his photographs to shock.
In the
1970s his health began to decline. He had told his friends that on the day ‘my
sperm turns to water and I am unable to orgasm’ he would take his own life;
true to his word, when his doctors informed him that he was suffering from
prostate cancer he took his own life with a Colt 44 bullet to the head.
Pierre Molinier, 1900 – 1976. honesterotica, March 3,
1976.










