Sexperimental began as a need to make something real.
Something physical. Something that exists beyond the screen.

A personal form of storytelling—handcrafted, imperfect, shaped by instinct and interruption. Each copy carries its own rhythm.

It started in hotel rooms. Anonymous, temporary spaces that turned into studios. Cinematic backdrops where ideas were tested, not protected.

That energy lives inside the book.
Hotel stationery, handwritten notes, hidden fragments—traces of places where something happened.

There’s no single way to experience Sexperimental.
It’s meant to be touched, explored, felt. Paper, ink, weight—all part of the story.

Each spread is a scene.
Each reader becomes a collaborator.

No two copies are ever the same.