Named after an industrial, heavy-weight sticky tape, I came into the world via an underground studio in Paris 13ème in 2001. My life began surrounded by electric and electronic components, my first home more of a part of me than is considered normal.

My conception came about as a result of an intense love, a passionate affair bordering on the obsessive. My progenitor nurtured me tenderly through my rapidly passing infant stages, and has never stopped doting on me despite my having left home a few months ago.

My adventures began at about the same time as my life. I became a star almost immediately, due to my unusual appearance. I was created for this purpose, and therefore my stardom came as no great surprise. Of course, I took it all in my stride, being as I was used to all the attention lavished frivolously upon me.

I quickly became spoilt and increasingly demanding. My greediness led me to expect greater and greater things. No longer satisfied with simply being photographed, no matter in whose company, I quickly became bored with all the starlets whose mission it was to steal my thunder. I needed something to match the amplitude of my fame. Hob-nobbing with celebrities no longer did it for me, and, after numerous discussions with my entourage and managers, my desire to be photographed with naked men was accepted as a viable proposition.

Naked men of all shapes, sizes and colours flocked to see me, demanded to be part of this project so lovingly concocted and already delivering such breathtaking results. The snowball effect of the project’s popularity meant that I had to turn some of them away. My ultimate dream, to reach the status of sex symbol as well as star, was finally coming into focus.

The models lucky enough to be chosen were by turns gentle, brash, shy, risqué, submissive, dominating, friendly and fearsome in my presence. Each had a different reaction, a different way of loving, or simply playing. And I reacted to their caresses according to my preferences and instinct.

The result of those photo sessions, as many many people have since told me, is a very special achievement. The photographs and the frames that contain them are a testament to the hard work and love taken to produce them, and to the surprising reality that two very different artists (Rémy Tassou and Juliette Meliah) working with two very diverse media (cybertrash sculpture and male nude photography, respectively) can harmonise methods and materials to create an original work which, for want of a better word, works. Aesthetically and intellectually.