the pleasure
is all ours

the pleasure is all ours

Body Suit

by kyle malanda

BODY | SUIT is in response to my earlier work SURREAL EROTICA (2020), which explores how anonymity and depersonalisation can be tools for safer sexual expression online. We are currently in the throes of the biggest privacy crisis in the history of humankind. Online spaces are especially dangerous for women, BIPOC, LGBTQ+, or otherwise marginalised people. BODY | SUIT was created for users who want to have greater control over their sexual content online while engaging in three distinct ways to remain hidden. What does it mean to wear a body in online spaces?

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BODY | SUIT I

BODY | SUIT II

BODY | SUIT III


kyle malanda (b. 1994) is a Malawian photographer and filmmaker whose work explores the intersections of racial & ethnic identity, queerness, and indigenous spirituality in an increasingly globalised digital world. Her works seek to interpret Black history into her ideals for the present and imaginations for Black futures. She regularly incorporates fashion design, set design, and augmented reality into her visual works.

Using her multi-cultural and transcontinental experiences as a queer Black woman, kyle’s work is an autobiographical reflection of both society and the self/ves. She is based in Lilongwe, Malawi but is often found elsewhere.

Illustration by Rendani Nemakhavhani

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