Confessions of Roxanna Fuentes

Roxanna Fuentes is one sophisticated devotchka who has explored sexuality and desire through the medium of photography for the last half-decade. A self-taught luminary, Roxanna began shooting photos as a means of dealing with poverty and family tragedy in native Montreal. In her early work, she created lustful images of the female body, highlighting obsessive pleasure as her dominant theme. Roxanna later experimented with abstraction and assemblage in the vein of arte povera, but limiting her artistic scope to the female body. Her most recent minimalistic images have depicted the female body in a glossy, alien, and defamiliarized manner, commenting on the post-modern challenge of carving feminine identity out of a context that is apart from late-capitalist sexual currency. “You can’t sell what you don’t own” could be her personal artistic mantra, except this freethinker has her own motto. 

What is your idea of perfect happiness? Having my toenails painted in bed.

What is your greatest fear? My teeth falling out. I had terrible tooth nightmares as a child.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? Timidity. Fear of the unknown.

What is the trait you most deplore in others? Brashness. The desire for fame.

Which living person do you most admire? This week it’s PJ Harvey. Last week it was Cindy Sherman.

What is your greatest extravagance? Expensive designer pastries. Damn you, Marie Antoinette.

What is your current state of mind? Kittenish.

What do you consider the most overrated virtue? Purity.

On what occasion do you lie? When I want sex.

What do you most dislike about your appearance? My hair. It’s far too short. But ask me why I don’t grow it long and I’ll claw your face off.

Which living person do you most despise? I don’t despise anyone. Maybe Kim Kardashian. Or Donald Trump. Yeah, I despise those two.

What is the quality you most like in a man? Modesty.

What is the quality you most like in a woman? Sincerity.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse? Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

What or who is the greatest love of your life? My girlfriend, Dezzie.

When and where were you happiest? In the possession of my dreams whilst laying next to Dezzie.

Which talent would you most like to have? Pianist.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? My hair, duh!

What do you consider your greatest achievement? Evolving past the family tree.

If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be? Jean Seberg from Breathless, peddling the Chicago Herald Tribune on the streets of Paris and being stalked by Paul “Luscious-Lips” Belmondo.

Where would you most like to live? Rhodes or Paris, I guess.

What is your most treasured possession? There’s this Steve McQueen purse that I absolutely adore and my digital camera.

What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? Living in fear.

What is your favorite occupation? Being an artist. You pick.

What is your most marked characteristic? According to me, selflessness. According to them, moodiness.

What do you most value in your friends? Being around. Listening.

Who are your favorite writers? Virginia Woolf, Alice Monroe, and Marcel Proust.

Who is your hero of fiction? Holden Caulfield.

Which historical figure do you most identify with? Joan of Arc because of that Morrissey line: “As the flames rose to her roman nose and her walkman started to melt.”

Who are your heroes in real life? My girlfriend, who I hope really real and not some projection from my Id, because that would really suck.

What are your favorite names? Saffron for a girl. Paris for a boy.

What is it that you most dislike? Armpit hair.

What is your greatest regret? Following other people’s fucked-up advice just to be nice.

How would you like to die? In a warm bath with lots of bubbles, aroma candles, and a glass of merlot. What a cliche, I know. My wrists could be slit I suppose, if you’re looking for something edgier.

What is your motto? Live and let live. I stole it from Paul, I think.