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Adventures after dark…

10 Jun

Hello and greetings from my hostel in Utrecht!

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So a few weeks ago I lurked around the London Docklands, with a suspicious suitcase, waiting for photographer Krukis to meet me for some camera-related mischief in aid of the soon-to-be-launched Nocturnal Girls magazine, in which I have a column. As we didn’t really want to be arrested in the first five minutes of shooting, our schedule was planned like a military operation- as these things often are. Armed with a blanket, my big kicking boots and the car I dubbed “the murderwagon”*, we set off into central London.
*I know nothing about cars, but quite a bit about serial killers and their car of choice for quite some time was the Volkswagen Beetle. This is not a beetle, but it is a shiny black Volkswagen that was being driven around with a naked woman in it so I claim artistic license here. ;)

I have never yet got into trouble when posing nude outdoors- I have had a few gawkers stop in their tracks and I swear every dog and owner for miles around turn up when I shoot in the countryside, but things have never got nasty (Hope I don’t jinx things now!) so I’m no longer nervous when working in public. The street we visited first was quiet (unsurprisingly for 11pm on a Sunday night, but we did see a pair of very nosy foxes who had a stare and then continued on their way) until we turned up. Then the world arrived, slowed down to the speed of a snail on tranquilisers and gawked for a bit. My theory is that the more you scramble for blankets, the worse you look, and what’s the point? They know I’m naked, I know I’m naked and by acting as though I’m ashamed, people automatically assume I’m at best doing porn and at worst doing something illegal. I continue posing in the most artistic way possible, holding poses for three shots or more until the spectators realise there’s nothing to see and move on.

So here we are: we named the stone skulls William and Harry.
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And off we went to Covent Garden, for some fun around the corner. :P
While posing, lit by the old-fashioned light on the wall, I couldn’t help but wonder if the alley I was in was a haunt of the old Victorian prostitutes, and made up a character for myself. Anonymous, naked and both hidden yet in plain sight if one knows where to look…
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It’s something I know I do a lot, as do many models. Making up a storyline or a character to represent helps keep us inspired and thinking of new poses to experiment with. Of course we have our favourite poses- we know what is likely to be most flattering to our faces and figures, but in pretending to be someone else it helps break us out of that box.

When we changed setup and I got to play with the car, I made up another story- this time involving a woman who lures unsuspecting people toward the mysterious black car with an unseen driver, which spirits them away. A modern-day siren of sorts…

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We didn’t realise that this inconspicuous little tunnel was actually a fairly well-used passageway until the third person muttered “sorry” (how English!) and continued on their way as I tried not to explode laughing.

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We did go to the centre of Covent Garden but as we were rumbled before the tripod touched the ground, we took this lovely shot and made a speedy getaway to our last destination…
A postmodern masterpiece, no? Notice Big Brother in the top right corner…
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As we approached the location we both burst out laughing (partly due to terrible murder jokes and partly because this was going to be simultaneously terrifying and hilarious) . Rain was gently coming down in a mist, the bridge was slippery, the tripod was cumbersome, and I guessed we had about ten seconds before we were acknowledged (it takes a few seconds to stare and then a few more to start screeching about moral decency). ;)
We pulled over.
I sprinted across the bridge.
I dropped my blanket.
I posed.
We ran.
SCRRREEEEEEEEEECH! (Tires)
Much, much giggling ensued. I generally hear nothing when working, except photographers’ instructions- and so I apparently didn’t see or hear the drunk man lurching across the bridge who muttered “oh, a naked woman…” and continued on his merry way. Bless his drunken soul.

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So there you go. I flashed parliament.

It all got a bit Benny Hill afterward as I tried to get dressed by Kings Cross station and forgot all about the night bus that came by at the precise moment I shouted that I’d lost my knickers, and the other night bus that came as I stood naked from the waist down, waving a pair of shiny stiletto shoes around.
My phone then rang just as I’d spread my wardrobe over the pavement looking for the elusive knickers so spectators were treated to the sentence “I’m safe- the photographer isn’t an axe murderer and I got naked in front of Big Ben”.

Hiding in the sanctuary that is Starbucks, I wound down from the four crazy hours that will be repeated in August in latex, fingers crossed! ;)

I’m currently on my annual Eurotour now and have even remembered to bring my phone cable! Backstage pictures: they are coming.

ROSWELL xxx

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Returning colour

26 Sep

I’m embarrassingly reminded of the Addams Family: Gomez takes Morticia’s arm and remarks on what a beautiful night it is, to which she agrees- “oh yes, rain…”
I love Autumn- I love that hawthorn and holly trees now seem more berry than leaf, which makes me glad that the blackbirds have a fighting chance for the winter (I worry about the birds when it gets cold). I love the way the hills- yes, there are hills in Bedfordshire- seem to have changed into hundreds of pastel colours as I fly past on various trains. And, yes I love rainstorms. As long as I’m on my way back from a photoshoot and not leaving for one, I like to sit by a window- any window- with a hot foamy drink and watch. The stormier the better.

Right now, after the chaos of the late summer, I’m contented to sit and enjoy the season. There will be a little more craziness tomorrow as I pick up more of my worldly possessions, but for the first time in a long time, I am on my way to feeling myself again.
I was going to post some pictures of me actually wearing something but as I had these images in my inbox and they fit perfectly, well I’m not going to argue… Photographer Jamie aka here4art is doing a project about reality. Real women of all sizes, without the aid of photoshop. This is, of course an issue I’ve been interested in (as anyone who read this epic rant will know), so I loved taking part and can’t wait to see the finished book!
During the shoot I bounced around the studio, danced like a fool, leaped into the air and probably startled Jamie when instead of sitting on the chair I was given to pose with, I put it on my head, lol! :D Very fitting then, that I am now dancing around the room in a similar bonkers manner.

I stopped in my tracks earlier on realising what I was dancing to. Listen to the lyrics.

ROSWELL xxx

The Lady Is Waiting…

31 Aug

I’m in bed, in my hostel and waiting for three days of lovely latex fashion shows and events to begin at Montreal Fetish Weekend! I spent last night in a very rock-and-roll duvet nest with films and watermelon as I was too tired/blah to go out but I’ve had some rest, some water and am ready to face the day. :D

I can’t tell you what I’ll be wearing, for obvious reasons so instead I thought I’d show you the complete opposite, lol! These images were taken during my last Scottish tour in May (my next one will be in the Spring) and the photographer used the oldest camera I’ve ever seen- a real Victorian-style head-under-cover, images upside-down metal and wood contraption! I loved it!!!
With these, the images are developed slowly, so I had to hold the positions for a long time, but I think the results are beautiful- I especially love the first one- very dreamy and ethereal. I think it looks almost as though it was taken underwater! :)

Photographer: John M

I also loved the lace collars I wore- there were several of them, all very beautiful. I’m actually being ladylike here, lol!

Now, I have to go for breakfast, and as today’s the 31st, I’ll speak to you in September! ;)

ROSWELL xxx

Traveller’s Tales

16 Jun

I travel alone 99% of the time. Occasionally people will come and join me, or stay with me in the same hostel, but often I am alone, which means I’m constantly treading the line between freedom and brittle loneliness.
The one thing I loved about living in halls of residence (as I pretty much hated everything else!) was the feeling that I could go anywhere, do anything I wanted without having to answer for myself or worry about being watched. Not that I was doing anything wrong- I was often just taking my book out for a coffee. It’s the same feeling here- I need my own space and love my “me-time”. However the metaphorical coin flips occasionally and I find myself sitting in the cafe/bar/wherever hoping that someone will come and ask me what I’m reading. The problem is that usually doesn’t happen when I want it to. I think when you’re that lonely, it shows and then no one wants to go near you in case you’re alone because you’re a weirdo!! It’s a fine line to walk.

It’s why I always stay in dorms (yes, really! Photographers often look at me horrified when I explain that yes, I’m in a bunkbed above a stranger). The chances of having a chat with someone interesting are always higher, and the chances are there are more “lone wolves” who know exactly why you’re asking what they’re reading and are only too happy to start a conversation! At the moment, I’m perfectly happy being alone, but am also sharing a room with some fantastic people so I thought I’d blog about some of the best hostel experiences I’ve had.

- I was staying in Caledonian Backpackers in July, with Ella Rose. She was having an early night for an early shoot, the friends I had made were doing an all-nighter in the city for a birthday party, and I was stuck in a “can’t go out- morning photoshoot but too early to go to bed- the shoot isn’t *that* early” situation. As I decided I’d rediscover fizzy Rubicon passionfruit juice at the bar, I got talking to two German riot police/magicians. (Yes, really). We ended up talking about card tricks until it really was my bedtime, and I still have a card with my name on it.

- Today (as in, just now) I began talking to my new roommates. One of these girls is a 25-year-old former combat soldier from Israel. Not only has her house been bombed (she told a story about how her dog can sense whether the attack is real- this is the only time she ran to the bomb shelter), but she was stabbed in the eye by a terrorist at age 19. She’s now a teacher and I’d hate her to see that I’m writing about her but she could be one of the most inspirational people I’ve met in a long time. I don’t know her name yet…

- This made my day- I was talking about what I do to a friend I’d just made, when she looked at my screen and asked if the person on it was me. It wasn’t- it was a redheaded model friend, so I got a picture up on my laptop for her to see. She recognised it- it turns out she’s been reading my magazine columns for years!

- I arrived in a hostel to see a rude woman shouting at the staff. I thought nothing of it until I reached my room, where the fight entered two seconds later. The first word I heard was “voodoo.” So I pricked my ears up. I start unpacking my stuff- bear in mind I’d just arrived- and suddenly this woman starts screaming at me “that girl poured cream on the floor! I gonna voodoo you- I know people! I know my rights! VOODOO!!!”
The staff member who just checked me in burst out laughing and without warning, the woman starts chucking soup everywhere!!! The police were called and arrested her while obviously trying not to laugh! I ended up going out for Nandos with my roommates.

- I stayed in a dorm with the (now second) loudest snorer I have ever had the misfortune to hear. She stayed for two nights and finally, the day another person turned up in her bed, we had a party in the room. I think the very sweet Australian girl who was the unwitting guest of honour was quite bemused by the whole thing, but it was a great night!

Anyway, here’s to more hostel tales!
Today was my day off so I went to Newgrange (pictures soon) and am now in my bunk trying to decide if I can be bothered to get a drink or not. Horrible hayfever/cold thing has taken most of my energy so I think it’ll be an early night as I now have four days of shoots coming up.

Have some pictures from Lux Vobiscum- these were from my Scotland tour and I think the first one fits the travel-ly vibe rather well! :D

Flexy progress (1)

6 Jan

I’ll do a proper update about this another day but I’m about to go shopping. ;)

Look what I just got back from Amsterdam:
(Photo by CVT Images)


UPDATE: Only TWO slots left for my studio day in Banbury on January 28th! Get in touch ASAP if you would like to make a booking.

 

ROSWELL xxx

p.s. I can put my foot on my shoulder now!

p.p.s. If you’d like to buy the one-of-a-kind black bodysuit I wore for this photoshoot, click on the link NOW!

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