Peacock’s Swansong

29 Jul

On July 22nd 1996, a 22 year-old man named Sean Peacock broke into the home of an 84 year-old woman who weighed 5 1/5 stone, and raped her.
Based on DNA evidence, he was convicted in 2002 (the amazing woman, aged 90 at the time, testified in court!!) and served six years in prison despite claiming memory loss (alcohol-induced). During a sex offender rehabilitation program, he was taught photography, which he became rather good at. After his release in 2008 he began working for some of the top modelling agencies and changed his name to Shaun Colclough.

Throughout 2011, he brought young relatively new models to his studio in Hackney Wick and proceeded to batter their self-esteem and induce a sense of terror and vulnerability before sexually assaulting them.
I was one of these models. Compared to his other crimes, his offence against me was minor and, not believing anything could be done, I tried to get on with my life- until a chance conversation with another model revealed she also had been a victim and a disturbing pattern began to emerge.

I named him in August 2011 on this blog and a worrying number of other models came in to tell their stories. (Here’s the post- go through the comments). Eventually, Shaun himself came online to attempt to justify his actions. Notice that in my response to him, I recognised his words for those of a rapist. Frightening indeed.
Fingering, vaginal and anal touching, forced oral sex, indecent exposure… As the stories came pouring in, many of us called the police and gave our statements. This was at the height of the Jimmy Saville scandal and I think the Met Police were rather swamped so the trial ended up being in June (2014).

Four of Shaun’s models came to testify (including me) and as the trial approached, I was asked to take down my blog until a verdict was reached. This, I did. I answered questions and looked for the first time at photographs of myself I had not seen before. I had expected court to be the way it is in American films- people yelling at me and banging things, but it wasn’t at all. I was given the option of testifying behind a screen or video link so I never had to look at him. (I chose neither but it was a comfort to other girls). I won’t lie- it was not a pleasant experience, but this kind of thing never is. However, I think all the women who testified felt inside that there was something deeply unsettling about Shaun and if our words could help get justice for any of us, the fear and discomfort would be worth it…

It was.

Shaun was sentenced today at Snaresbrook Crown Court- two consecutive sentences for sexual assault totalling SEVEN YEARS, with an extended license for five (meaning the police will be watching for an extra five years). In addition,
– He will be banned from taking photos of female models without an adult present with no convictions and full knowledge of his prior offences
– His hard-drive will be destroyed
– He will be put on the latest sex offenders register
– During the sentencing, his defence barrister stated that should Shaun decide to appeal, he will not represent him(!)
– Nothing to do with the sentencing, but due to the first arrest, Shaun also lost his marriage. (Yes, he had been married.)

The judge’s statement before passing the sentence was interesting. She mentioned that despite the defence barristers best efforts to convince her otherwise, she felt the current sexual assaults were linked to the past rape in the sense that “no doubt he deliberately contacted the vulnerable” and enjoyed the power and fear he instilled in the victims- “fear deliberately engendered by you”.
The defence barrister attempted to argue that there was no escalation on the level of crime committed (violent rape versus sexual assault on nude women) but, rightly, the judge countered that there was escalation: his rape defence centred on the idea that it was a drunken impulse, yet this series of assaults had been premeditated and there was the element of further degradation reached by photographing our discomfort and humiliation. At the bottom of this post is a photo he took of me that I had kept hidden until now.
Even more chilling: he had mentioned to one victim that he intended to take a trip to Amsterdam “to photograph pretty women on the street”. This too was brought up as evidence of premeditation. These women, not being professional models, would have had no clue how a normal photoshoot should proceed. Even easier targets…

I must say, when she bellowed “Shaun Colclough, STAND UP” as she passed the sentence, I began to shake- I hadn’t dared to hope for even three years- let alone seven. But here we are.

Now, more witnesses have come forward and it looks as though there will be another court session with a view to extending the sentence of the monster and rapist that is Shaun Colclough.

Please share this blog with anyone you know in the modelling/photography community. It is certain he assaulted and likely raped more women and they deserve the chance to see justice served.
If you were a Colclough victim and did not originally come forward, please consider doing so now. Court is not much fun, but there is support available throughout the process. Going through the experience and seeing the result has been the most empowering thing I have ever done. Had nobody been willing to fight, the rapist would still be out there.
This goes for anyone who has been sexually attacked: fight, for I promise you are not alone. You are stronger than you ever thought possible.

Thankyou, everyone who has supported us and taken care of us in times when our strength was at its lowest. Thankyou, brave brave women who saw this through to the end.


January 2011: Colclough victim and witness.
Model portfolio photoshoot_Roswell_by Shaun Colclough_0144 as Smart Object-1

July 2014: Happiest woman in Chinatown


12 Jul

I guess you’ve noticed by now that I have been absent…

Last month, I testified in court against sex-offender-posing-as-photographer ‘Shaun Colclough’.  I was asked to remove my blog for the duration of the trial but am now back for good. Three other exceptionally brave women also testified (out of the fourteen or so who suffered at his hands).
If you have no idea what I’m talking about, the original post is here, and I strongly recommend you read the comments.

He pleaded ‘not guilty’ but was convicted of two counts of sexual assault and will be sentenced on the 24th (where I will be told the details of his previous conviction.) I will update you properly with all the details after the sentencing.

There is hope, and there is justice- but sometimes you have to fight for it. Fight for nothing, and nothing is what you will get.


Photo by Matt Frederick


3 Jun

You have no idea how many boxes I’ve rummaged through over the past few days! I never want to see a box again… :P
My boat’s hull is fixed, I have a lovely new deck and she’s almost ready to be put back in the water, which means I have to sell a LOT of stuff!
I have things from a size 8-14, shoes, latex, accessories, Karen Millen, Fairy Goth Mother, Lip Service etc so come and browse.


I’ve made a new page for it all here and will be adding to it over the next week as I take photos of everything. I’ve added a few items already so please get in touch if you would like anything. :)
Mail me THROUGH MY WEBSITE please- too many people have left comments in the past and have never followed up after I reply.

SALE THIS WAY -> -> -> ->

One of a kind, handmade (by me) bondage dress (size 10) available in my sale…
Photo by Hart-Worx


How To Be A Man

15 May

I’ve been re-reading Caitlin Moran’s “How To Be A Woman”, which is a feminist commentary on life which manages to include both mothers and childfree woman. And it’s bloody hilarious.
I was once asked to make a man out of a drunk idiot’s squirming pimply friend. At the time I said something rude but now I think about it, what a wonderful suggestion!
Here you go, friend of the red-eyed hollering tit on Prince Of Wales Road five years ago: this is a belated guide to being a man:

- Don’t laugh along when your friends are catcalling and whistling at a girl.
- Don’t slap your misogynistic, cheating friend on the back and call him a ‘legend‘.
- If you see a woman crying on the bus, ask quietly if she’s okay or if there‘s anything you can do. Yelling “cheer up love- it might never happen” does not help.
- Hold doors open for people- this isn’t anti-feminist, it is common decency.
- Being nice to a woman does not give you the right to demand sex. Sometimes people value your friendship too much to risk screwing it up in that way, so be nice for the sake of being nice.
- If you have a girlfriend, find out what she likes. Those generic things that ‘all women like’ show zero effort. (Unless you know for a fact that she wants red roses and chocolates).
- You don’t need money to make someone feel special and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Sometimes, just giving your time and attention is all that’s needed.
- Recognise that you deserve the same treatment and respect! Relationships are about being good to each other.
- Understand that a woman’s clothing says nothing about her sexual availability- she did not dress for you and is not ‘asking for it’.
- “Excuse me, I just wanted to say I think you look lovely. Have a nice day.” This sentence (said without leering) may get you a smile, which is more than mumbling “you’re hot” will ever do.
- Try to keep your relationships with friends, lovers and family healthy but if it is time to let go, accept it without trash talking. Sometimes you’ve done all you can.
- Being gay is not a bad thing, or a good insult. You are no less of a man and neither is your gay friend.
- Self-doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will. Dream big or small- as long as you dream, that’s all that matters.

You’ll probably spend your entire life learning how to be a man- that’s what new experiences are for- but the above points are a good place to start.

R x
p.s. Here is me looking thoughtful, wearing my own clothes in my favourite place (a woodland), photographed by Pirate Photography


Musing Maenad

1 May

Blessed be! It’s Beltane today- the pagan celebration of love and blossoming! It is said to be one of two days in which the veil between our world and the Otherworld is thinnest. Look at this fairyworld- it’s one of the locations I visited in Scotland. :)


If it is true that our universe is infinite, then there are an infinite number of possibilities out there. I like to think that on some plane of our existence, the rustlings and swayings of the woodland are made by things other than birds and squirrels…

I’ve had a lovely few days catching up with some of my friends- both international, and just very busy. On Monday, I went for afternoon tea in Piccadilly with jet-setters Ian And Shae and purple-haired Swedes Malin and Thomas.
On Tuesday I visited a beautiful tea shop for scones with Ivory Flame, Madame Bink, and Major the dachsund- who I do not get to see often enough! So much love to all of my friends. :)

During my shoot with Greeneye photography in February, I made a Maenad-inspired outfit. Maenads were traditionally crazed wine-drinking followers of the god Bacchus, running around in ecstatic frenzy while ripping things up, but I like C.S. Lewis’s version (fierce, wild women having a celebration).

Here’s one in a quiet riverside musing session having finished her wine…

I made the entire outfit myself, including the headdress. I can’t wait to make more- the material is sooo beautiful!





I’m writing a piece about love, purity culture and sex which is opening my eyes to some interesting world customs, and if you haven’t already found my piece for Kinkly Magazine about sexiness then here it is:
And speaking of sexy, I have taken delivery of the most GORGEOUS latex outfit by Dawnamatrix (one of my favourite designers and well worth a look.) And it’s all mine as this one is not on loan- hooray! Would you like a sneak peek? ;)


I’ve just had a sudden influx of bookings from photographers wanting to take advantage of the beautiful weather- which I always look forward to. If you’d like the chance to book me, get in touch as soon as possible because once the flowers go, they’re gone for this year. (And then we’re onto the summer meadows, hay bales and turning leaves again).
As certain obligations are keeping me in the country, I’m enjoying taking myself around the locations I don‘t often reach. (Good news for you in Yorkshire, Leicester, Hull, Isle of Wight and Cork!)

As it’s grey and raining, I’m going to enjoy photos and art inspired by nature while having a coffee and mid-morning snack of dark chocolate. I hope you have a lovely May Day! :)


p.s. Nooooo! I was only watching a Bob Hoskins film* the other night when I commented about how sad it was that he’d died… and then remembered I was talking about Pete Postlethwaite. Now I hear that Bob Hoskins really has died! I’m so sorry, Bob Hoskins- I didn’t mean to… :S
On that note, Doomsday is a fantastic film and if you think otherwise, go and sit in the corner and think about what you’ve done. Mediaeval knights vs. Glaswegian cannibal punks vs. the police… with a virus? (Oh, and Bob Hoskins.) Hell yes.


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