Saturday night, playing with my make up, and a delicious snack. 

I played with a smokey eye and a coloured lip. I didn't put any foundation or cover-up on, just playing with the eye. I did do my hair though. 

As for the snack, kiwis and strawberries, smothered in whipped  cream, and french music in the background. Oh yes, I feel classy.

Hues of grey

Outside the city there is this little orchard and field, an oasis from the hectic world. I like to go and wander through the marshy grass, puddles, trees, and just think, ponder life and all it's complexities. This shoot took place on a cold day with plenty of wind whistling around. I explored the feeling of freedom in the later shots, surrounding myself in a lace shroud, but I tried to stage it like a magazine spread. 

Rococo

 Rococo, or Roccoco (the correct but outdated spelling), refers to a period of art where pleasure and opulence was celebrated with vigor and abandon. This shoot I did was a play on that, Rococo with morals so to speak. The plethora of textures, colours, patterns, and poses all touch the Rococo aesthetic, but the facial expressions and location bring the story back around to the result of too much pleasure, which is dissatisfaction. Also I have Arcade Fire's "Rococo" stuck in my head, and even though I don't think it's a good song, it influenced my title. 

Rambles with poison

Whenever I sit down to write I end up with nothing. A few sentences, delete, a few more and hit delete. Frustration at my lack of inspiration exhausts me. I’m tired but I loathe sleeping. I need to find a way to express the emotions pent up inside of me but I don’t know how. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say when I write but rather that I feel like I’ve said it all before. I feel like I’m running in a circle with no change.  My life is just continuing in the same way and I’m desperately screaming for a change.

Thorns and lace

Recently I went outside, in the dying rays of the early spring sun, and was struck by the textures of nature. The sharp thorns, soft grass, rough bark, intricate seed pods, they all called out to me. This post is some the highlights from that shoot, focusing on the thorns and lace of nature. Read and be inspired.  

As Free As My Hair

Some days I get a little board and the lighting is just right. The combination of boredom and fantastic lighting often results in an endless supply of photos and clothing strewn across the floor of my apartment.  This shoot was all about hairpieces and wide-eye makeup. I tried playing with line of femininity and masculinity, as well as reference some religious and pop-culture themes. 

The Last of the Wild Ones

A photo shoot in February, believe it or not. More of a fashion shoot, no message under laid in this one.

Menswear-Fall 2012-13: The Winner Takes it All

The winners of Menswear -Fall 2012-13. I want everything in this post. Absolutely adore. The clothing in this post actually took my breath away. Admittedly there is a lot of Balmain in here, cause it's amazing. I do not feel sorry one bit. I'll stop salivating now. So sit back and enjoy the jewels of menswear.

 Balmain 

I just adore this. All of it!

Menswear-Fall 2012-13: The Bucket List

The title of this post may be misleading. Generally the bucket list is something, or things, that you want to do, or in this case wear. However the title is referring to a vomit bucket because the clothes in this post are just some of the horrors in Menswear Fall 2012-13. Prepare for bitchy comments. And bitch back in the comments.

Burberry Prorsum

The coat comes with it's own inflatable inner tube. You just can't deflate it and it's always riding up in your armpits.

Menswear-Fall 2012-13: The Meh category

To start of my three blog post spree about the wonders and horrors of fall 2012-13 menswear, I figured it would be best, and most interesting, to begin with the clothing that I liked or disliked on a lukewarm scale. Please enjoy and tell me if you agree or disagree in the comments.

 Bottega-Veneta

While I neither like or dislike the top of this outfit I am kind of in love with the pants. Kinda.