On point under the moon

 A short while ago my friend, Britt, and I wandered our way downtown and took some photos. While the quality of these photos are not quite what we wanted them to be, I rather like the ghostly quality of the shots.  My friend is something quite amazing, a ballerina in the armed forces. 

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 Rococo, or Roccoco (the correct but outdated spelling), refers to a period of art where pleasure and opulence was celebrated with vigor and abandon.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.