Graffiti and pearls

This is my version of a party for Victoria Day weekend. The sun kept enroaching on my location so it was a race to get as many shots as I could. I'm sort of happy with these shots, they seem to be lacking something and I had no end of hair problems. Enjoy.

Who am I? - Self portrait

Who am I?

Look at me, look at my face, look into my eyes. Each time peel back another layer till you can finally see past every mask I’ve put up. What do you see? Can you tell me cause I don’t know what I look like. I don’t know who I am.

Lipstick and Brandy

Scarlet lips like cherries on a cold winter day. The graceful scorn of one perfectly arched eyebrow. The flutter of eyelashes, eerily reminiscent of the death throes of a butterfly.  She could rule me of by a single movement of her face. I loved her and loathed her. Such extreme emotions can easily overwhelm ones heart and mind so that he becomes unable to control his actions. I know I certainly couldn’t. Yet how I desperately wanted to. I wanted to be the man that she desired. Oh, she told me how I failed at fulfilling her desires. She would never let me forget my failures. That would be showing mercy.

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 Rococo, or Roccoco (the correct but outdated spelling), refers to a period of art where pleasure and opulence was celebrated with vigor and abandon.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