JD Photography
@axissimp.bsky.social
Artist, photographer, trying to put my work and myself out there more and connect with others.
It was late. A cowboy stood under the yellow light, his reflection bent across the green felt. He lined up his shot, slow and certain. There was something reverent in the way he moved in the smoke and noise of the bar, he knew what it meant to believe in something.
November 12, 2025 at 5:04 AM
It was late. A cowboy stood under the yellow light, his reflection bent across the green felt. He lined up his shot, slow and certain. There was something reverent in the way he moved in the smoke and noise of the bar, he knew what it meant to believe in something.
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October 18, 2025 at 4:47 PM
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prepare yourself: I have large eyelashes..
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October 18, 2025 at 4:41 PM
prepare yourself: I have large eyelashes..
📸 @axissimp.bsky.social
📸 @axissimp.bsky.social
Somewhere between a saint’s vision and a sculptor’s dream. 🍇
October 7, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Somewhere between a saint’s vision and a sculptor’s dream. 🍇
Leather, light, and a little attitude. A body can be armor, a pose its own power. Skin and leather — a contrast as old as desire itself.
Model 📸: Tommy
Model 📸: Tommy
September 30, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Leather, light, and a little attitude. A body can be armor, a pose its own power. Skin and leather — a contrast as old as desire itself.
Model 📸: Tommy
Model 📸: Tommy
September 19, 2025 at 1:21 PM
A cowboy is never just one thing—
sinner and saint, outlaw and lover,
sweat and velvet, leather and lace.
Myth remade, desire revealed. 🌾🤠
Model 📸: @postcoleonmain.com
sinner and saint, outlaw and lover,
sweat and velvet, leather and lace.
Myth remade, desire revealed. 🌾🤠
Model 📸: @postcoleonmain.com
September 15, 2025 at 9:40 PM
A cowboy is never just one thing—
sinner and saint, outlaw and lover,
sweat and velvet, leather and lace.
Myth remade, desire revealed. 🌾🤠
Model 📸: @postcoleonmain.com
sinner and saint, outlaw and lover,
sweat and velvet, leather and lace.
Myth remade, desire revealed. 🌾🤠
Model 📸: @postcoleonmain.com
Sharp edges and quiet moments.
The body shifts, the mood changes—
but the truth lingers in every frame.
A study in power, vulnerability, and the beauty of being seen.
Model 📸: @postcoleonmain.com
The body shifts, the mood changes—
but the truth lingers in every frame.
A study in power, vulnerability, and the beauty of being seen.
Model 📸: @postcoleonmain.com
September 8, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Sharp edges and quiet moments.
The body shifts, the mood changes—
but the truth lingers in every frame.
A study in power, vulnerability, and the beauty of being seen.
Model 📸: @postcoleonmain.com
The body shifts, the mood changes—
but the truth lingers in every frame.
A study in power, vulnerability, and the beauty of being seen.
Model 📸: @postcoleonmain.com
Every shape begins with stillness.
Every extension stretches toward something unseen.
Every curve is a story told without words.
The dancer’s body doesn’t just move—it sculpts space, turning silence into rhythm and posture into poetry.
Every extension stretches toward something unseen.
Every curve is a story told without words.
The dancer’s body doesn’t just move—it sculpts space, turning silence into rhythm and posture into poetry.
September 2, 2025 at 7:25 PM
Every shape begins with stillness.
Every extension stretches toward something unseen.
Every curve is a story told without words.
The dancer’s body doesn’t just move—it sculpts space, turning silence into rhythm and posture into poetry.
Every extension stretches toward something unseen.
Every curve is a story told without words.
The dancer’s body doesn’t just move—it sculpts space, turning silence into rhythm and posture into poetry.
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Self-portrait
September 1, 2025 at 9:00 PM
Self-portrait
Sometimes art isn’t about what you create, but about how you allow yourself to simply exist. To fold inward, to hold yourself, to be still and seen. The body becomes the brushstroke, the silence becomes the frame.
August 28, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Sometimes art isn’t about what you create, but about how you allow yourself to simply exist. To fold inward, to hold yourself, to be still and seen. The body becomes the brushstroke, the silence becomes the frame.
I am the silence between thunder and rain 🌧️
I let the light bend me into something unrecognizable. ⚡️
I let the light bend me into something unrecognizable. ⚡️
August 25, 2025 at 7:49 PM
I am the silence between thunder and rain 🌧️
I let the light bend me into something unrecognizable. ⚡️
I let the light bend me into something unrecognizable. ⚡️
The body as temple.
The ink as scripture.
The light as revelation. ✨
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
The ink as scripture.
The light as revelation. ✨
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
August 22, 2025 at 3:36 PM
The body as temple.
The ink as scripture.
The light as revelation. ✨
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
The ink as scripture.
The light as revelation. ✨
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
Flesh and ink. Strength and vulnerability.
Every angle reveals another story carved into the skin.
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
Every angle reveals another story carved into the skin.
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
August 19, 2025 at 3:46 PM
Flesh and ink. Strength and vulnerability.
Every angle reveals another story carved into the skin.
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
Every angle reveals another story carved into the skin.
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
Red for desire.
Blue for reflection.
Green for the things we don’t say out loud.
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
Blue for reflection.
Green for the things we don’t say out loud.
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
August 14, 2025 at 3:54 PM
Red for desire.
Blue for reflection.
Green for the things we don’t say out loud.
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
Blue for reflection.
Green for the things we don’t say out loud.
Model 📸: @stephenhartexxx.bsky.social
Somewhere between cowboy camp, Greek myth, and lumberjack fantasy. Wrangling leather, linen, and longing.
Which version of him are you taking home?
Model 📸: @axlemelb.bsky.social
Which version of him are you taking home?
Model 📸: @axlemelb.bsky.social
August 7, 2025 at 12:06 PM
Somewhere between cowboy camp, Greek myth, and lumberjack fantasy. Wrangling leather, linen, and longing.
Which version of him are you taking home?
Model 📸: @axlemelb.bsky.social
Which version of him are you taking home?
Model 📸: @axlemelb.bsky.social
August 1, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Black leather sharp as shadow,
buffalo check soft as memory.
The vest stays buttoned — just barely.
A still frame between show and shelter.
buffalo check soft as memory.
The vest stays buttoned — just barely.
A still frame between show and shelter.
July 28, 2025 at 5:01 PM
Black leather sharp as shadow,
buffalo check soft as memory.
The vest stays buttoned — just barely.
A still frame between show and shelter.
buffalo check soft as memory.
The vest stays buttoned — just barely.
A still frame between show and shelter.
If anyone has any recommendations or suggestions on models you’d like to see me work with/shoot, send me a DM or tag them below. Looking to line up a few new shoots in the coming weeks.
July 26, 2025 at 3:51 PM
If anyone has any recommendations or suggestions on models you’d like to see me work with/shoot, send me a DM or tag them below. Looking to line up a few new shoots in the coming weeks.
Somewhere between the locker room and a lost Michelangelo sketch.
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A body framed like scripture — sacred, sculpted, and just a little undone.
Light and gesture doing the heavy lifting.
Model: @raurymoore.bsky.social
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A body framed like scripture — sacred, sculpted, and just a little undone.
Light and gesture doing the heavy lifting.
Model: @raurymoore.bsky.social
July 24, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Somewhere between the locker room and a lost Michelangelo sketch.
⠀
A body framed like scripture — sacred, sculpted, and just a little undone.
Light and gesture doing the heavy lifting.
Model: @raurymoore.bsky.social
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A body framed like scripture — sacred, sculpted, and just a little undone.
Light and gesture doing the heavy lifting.
Model: @raurymoore.bsky.social
Body as altar. Fabric as fig leaf. Pose as power.
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These portraits flirt with classical beauty and gym-rat bravado, but never take themselves too seriously.
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Masculinity reimagined — one flex, one drape, one jockstrap at a time.
Model: @raurymoore.bsky.social
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These portraits flirt with classical beauty and gym-rat bravado, but never take themselves too seriously.
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Masculinity reimagined — one flex, one drape, one jockstrap at a time.
Model: @raurymoore.bsky.social
July 18, 2025 at 6:36 PM
Body as altar. Fabric as fig leaf. Pose as power.
⠀
These portraits flirt with classical beauty and gym-rat bravado, but never take themselves too seriously.
⠀
Masculinity reimagined — one flex, one drape, one jockstrap at a time.
Model: @raurymoore.bsky.social
⠀
These portraits flirt with classical beauty and gym-rat bravado, but never take themselves too seriously.
⠀
Masculinity reimagined — one flex, one drape, one jockstrap at a time.
Model: @raurymoore.bsky.social
Somewhere between Eden and the edge of the frontier - draped in drama, carved by light, and laced in leather ✨
Model 📸: @raurymoore.bsky.social
Model 📸: @raurymoore.bsky.social
July 14, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Somewhere between Eden and the edge of the frontier - draped in drama, carved by light, and laced in leather ✨
Model 📸: @raurymoore.bsky.social
Model 📸: @raurymoore.bsky.social
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If your ass looks like this, I’ll do anything you say 😅🫨😵💫😍
June 5, 2025 at 9:53 PM
If your ass looks like this, I’ll do anything you say 😅🫨😵💫😍