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Guys With Cameras…

1 Jul

I’m back in action!πŸ˜‰
My first photoshoot is next Wednesday so I’ve been spending a lot of time being creative and updating my art portfolio as well as roadkilling leather jackets for some events I have coming up…

I’m almost fully booked until SEPTEMBER now, but have just three days available for bookings in the beautiful Lake District with one of my best friends and legendary art-nude model Madame Bink. This is the FIRST time we have offered a duo shoot so places are likely to go quickly.
Please follow this link for details and testimonies from other photographers, and here are some pictures of the two of us:
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Now, as I have been fighting my way through the ‘inbox rabbit hole’ and two weeks of unanswered emails, I have noticed an interesting pattern which has led to this blog post which has some advice and a spoonful of snark.πŸ˜›

Ignoring spam and anything unrelated to modelling, here is a rough percentage of my inbox:
Bookings, enquiries and updates: 70%
Photo comments and messages from fans: 20%
Booking requests from total newbies and non-photographers: 10%

Total newbies are not a bad thing at all- I actually like working with new photographers and enjoy helping begin a portfolio- it’s a challenge for me on every level (posing, styling a variety of looks, answering questions etc), and it’s one I enjoy! I often get messages from photographers telling me that they want to book me when they are better at photography but booking a professional model can help improve your work instantly.

These two shots are by C Young- she was just a student when I posed for her!
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It begins with peace of mind; we don’t need direction, will turn up on time and most of us are also good stylists with impressive shooting wardrobes. We know how to work with any angle and lighting and can help you get the very best out of your time. There are few better ways to kick-start a new photography hobby (or fledgling career) than by booking a professional.

BUT…

a common complaint I hear among new photographers is the catch-22 situation; they must get references from well-known models in order to prove themselves trustworthy, but no model will work with them unless they already have references (which is an understandable request)!

If you are a new photographer with very few (or no) references, this is how to go about working with a model:

1) Book a studio they know and trust. (Β£)
You get your one-to-one photoshoot in privacy, with a knowledgeable studio owner in case of any equipment malfunction, plenty of lights and backdrops and your model feels secure in her/his environment. (And yes some studios have fantastic outdoor areas for photographers more interested in location work.)

2) Book a duo shoot or work with a team. (£££)
Your model(s) have the benefits of a chaperone, while you will have a greater variety of images working with another model or styling team. At the end of the shoot, you will also have more than one reference.

3) Allow your model to bring a chaperone. (_)
I personally do not work with chaperones- I find them distracting and feel that if I am uncomfortable enough to need/want one, I shouldn’t be shooting with you BUT if your model is happy to shoot with a chaperone, it’s another way to keep him/her comfortable and feeling safe. Also, if you pick the right chaperone you also have a free lighting and wardrobe assistant.:) However, the wrong one can turn a promising shoot into a dire one. In general, a friend or relative of the model is best.

4) Book a place on a studio day or workshop. (Β£)
Studio days usually offer reduced rates with the benefits of extra equipment, wardrobe and backdrops, giving you excellent value for money and one-on-one time with your model.
Workshops are usually more expensive but also give you tuition, though it will be in a group. Either way, you get experience working with a model who will then be able to give you a reference, though I recommend a studio day as models work with so many groups at once it is often hard to build a rapport with every individual.

I understand that some of these options entail spending a little extra money but your reputation is worth investing in. If you build from a good foundation, it will pay off in the end.

I’ve worked with some wonderful people and I love seeing their work evolve over time. It can be daunting booking somebody who’s been a part of the industry for a long time (not just me- any professional model) but I promise, we are a friendly bunch and will not judge you if you forget to take the lens cap off.πŸ˜›

This photo is by Black Lotus and it was one of her first ever model shoots!
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Friendly advice over- the snark zone is below…

In this industry, the term GWC means a β€œGuy With a Camera” (as opposed to a photographer). You do NOT have to be an industry professional to be considered a photographer but you do have to do photography and this means having a portfolio. I don’t mind if it is full of pictures of your nan, your baby, your dog or the local landscape, but please prove to me that you have picked up a camera!

I am not going to sit on my naked backside for any random person willing to pay my rate and I have had too many messages recently from men asking me to help them “start a portfolio”. They never seem to have other models, photographers or studios in their contacts list, always want a full day shoot in a remote location and seem very anxious to discuss things on the phone. Funnily enough, I don’t give out my phone number to everybody that asks for it!
A high court judge will not come over to fix your minor marital dispute; s/he has actual cases to judge.
A firefighter will not pop round to get your stove working; s/he has actual fires to control.
I am not going to come and hang out with you, maybe posing for a snap or two, when I have web content to shoot, fashion shows to do and portfolio shoots to pose for.

There are easier ways to hang out with a hot naked chick than a fictitious interest in taking my picture: book an escort, say please and thankyou and treat her with respect.
And on that note, may I politely request you not make me part of your sexual fantasy? If you do, I’ll make fun of you on this blog and the next one gets their screenshot put here for all to see:

β€œHello. I’d like to book you for a photoshoot- my wife also models so could it be a duo shoot?”
β€œOf course! What would you like to shoot? Do you have a link to your work and your wifes portfolio? I’d love to say hello before we shoot.”
This is followed by a stash of terrifying photos resembling Ann Summers vomiting all over Scunthorpe Swingers Night.
No, mate. No.

The problem is, the GWCs give the newbies a bad name and that’s not fair.
I’m happy to work with new people so long as they are genuine (and most professional models can tell newbies from chancers a mile away)! I wouldn’t be here as a full time professional model if photographers hadn’t given my curvy brown-haired two-photoshoots newbie ass a chance even though I didn’t know what implied-nude meant. I’m grateful to the people who did give me a chance and I’m happy to pay that forward.

Look at my innocent little FACE!!! Photo by Darkest Angel, in 2006!!!
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Now, if you have managed to get through this entire blog, grouch, very old photo of me and all, have some more pictures!πŸ˜‰
There are from a long time ago but I just rediscovered them. Photographer Chris was also new to the hobby but he came with glowing references so of course I hopped on a plane and spent two days in Spain shooting latex! I do rather love my job…πŸ˜‰

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And as his lovely wife also modelled too (but not for Scunthorpe Swingers Night) she made a guest appearance in ‘the medical room’! HOW cool??!
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Next blog, I have some very special ‘off duty’ shots to show you. For now, it’s time to get the acrylic paints out again…

ROSWELL xxx

Give me Hope.

29 Feb

I had an interesting blog written out yesterday, all about how people and their bodies evolve. I’m going to post it below but I had some frustrating and upsetting news today that I’d like to tell you about.

First, here is a picture by PWP images.
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Many of you know that I am childfree and should I want to become a mother, I will adopt. Since last year, I have been actively pursuing sterilisation. That is because the usual methods of contraception are not suitable for me due to family medical history. Believe me, I have researched all of my options and sterilisation is, for me, the way to go. As The Authorities are reluctant to sterilise any woman under 30, I have made sure every time I visit the doctor for anything at all, they put it on record that my mind has not changed.
Last year when I made the usual request, the doctor gasped “but WHY don’t you want CHILDREN??” This was followed by “what if your partner wants them?” I hope I don’t need to explain how offensive this is.
I demanded to be referred to the hospital and a different doctor did so. Two months later, I had my hospital appointment, successfully convinced the team there that I was of sound mind and had done my research, so the hospital approved me.

I just had the letter back. Funding denied.πŸ˜₯

I honestly thought I’d finally convinced them, but it seems that a decade of consistency and valid medical reasons (not to mention environmental reasons) are still not enough to convince doctors that I can make this decision. This has devastated me.
If I had been unsuccessfully trying to GET pregnant for the past ten years, doctors would be falling over themselves to help me. In a world that is vastly overpopulated, if I can be trusted at age 28 to choose to have a child, I should be trusted to choose NOT to.

Now, at the time I opened the letter, I happened to be listening to Eddy Grant (Gimme Hope Jo’Anna) and remembered that my country does not have apartheid. I’m not at risk of FGM. I am not starving. If I am pregnant by a rapist, I am not forced by law to keep the baby. I told myself off and tried to write off my fury and frustration as “white girl problems”, but the thing is, I don’t think I should.
Yes, other women suffer horrendous indignities and torture, are denied basic contraception, denied abortion- the Marie Stopes website even has a special section for Irish women- but just because England is better developed than some countries, this does not negate the fact that The Authorities still consider women incapable of making certain choices. I have very publically supported the idea that women worldwide should have the rights to their own bodies. This includes my own country too!

Doctors may remind women that their pregnancy is risky (obesity-related for example) but these women are not denied their choice to become pregnant. As I have said, there are medical reasons why sterilisation is best for me yet every time I explain, doctors still try to push unsafe hormonal options on me. When will I be considered old enough to know my own mind and body? 30? 40? 50?
28 is a perfectly respectable age to decide to have children; no doctor would remind a 28 year old pregnant woman that having children is permanent- that they are just too young to make such a decision. So why is my choice any less valid? Yes, it’s permanent, I am aware of that. I was aware when I asked for a referral, I was aware in the hospital, and I am aware now. Yet every time I have returned to the doctors, I am still asked if I know that sterilisation is permanent!

Of course, I’ll fight this. Of course I’ll appeal. But let me address questions I’ve been asked a few times:
Is it expensive? Can’t you go private?
It’s around Β£1500 in England but yes, I can go private. However, this is a matter of principle. I shouldn’t have to pay for the correct medical treatment for me, just because doctors won’t grant me the same respect they do women who make a more culturally acceptable choice.

But being childfree is unusual…
Not really. Around 20% of women over 40 are childfree. They aren’t all infertile and wishing for a miracle! I’m sure that if it wasn’t such a long-winded frustrating procedure, more women would apply for sterilisation. (There are certain notable other situations that work the same way- the path ahead being frustrating, painful, possibly traumatic, so most women don’t choose to take it…) *raises eyebrow* Why is it that the law is so geared against women?
I should mention here that men are generally not asked about the wishes of hypothetical future partners or told they are too young to have a vasectomy.

What if you sued the hospital?
What if I got pregnant or had children, regretted it and tried to sue the hospital for not sterilising me when I asked!? Give me any form and I’ll sign it- I take responsibility for my decision.

This is me banging my head against the wall. Photo by PWP images.
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I think I’ve said all I can for now. If you have any questions, I will do my best to answer and if you are a childfree woman (or man) who has struggled to get doctors to accept this, please feel free to tell your story in the comments. It’s time we came out of the woodwork! Like this! (photos by Ghost Light)
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On to some really nice stuff…πŸ˜‰

I was thinking yesterday about the way people think about life and personal development. We tend to see things in a straight line pointing ‘onwards and upwards’ but from what I’ve seen, we go through the same growth spurts as we do in puberty, only internally and for the rest of our lives (hopefully). I certainly hope I’m still a work-in-progress! At age 14, I was pro-life and just four years before that- before I realised I also liked the ladies- I was pretty homophobic too! It took moving away and meeting people to change what I thought I knew.

The past year has felt like a huge growth spurt. One of my personal mottos is “never leave an experience empty-handed” and there are some things both good and bad that I’m sure I’ll look back on and think “yes, that moment changed my life”.
Even on the superficial levels, I’m always discovering new things about myself- who knew I liked tales about real-life gangsters? Who knew I’d start doing gladness meditations? Who knew I’d end up so willing to get my hands dirty? Right now I’m covered in coal dust from doing my fire and I have been unfathomably gross after certain photoshoots. I think my ‘ick’ tolerance level rose after I started doing so much work on my boat. Paint, goopy varnish, boatyard dust etc.
Even my body is changing. Not drastically and no surgery so worry not, but I am becoming more muscular. I love my action hero women and as my basic shape is quite comic-book (big thighs, hips and bust, small waist) I’m working on emphasising it!
Even while I do that, other friends of mine are doing the opposite! One of my favourite people, model and performer Elegy Ellem has been famous not only for her talent, tattoos and unique look, but for her boobs. And she’s just made a drastic change. Even if you don’t care about miss Ellem’s boobs (and she prefers it if you don’t), watch this video becase she’s a wise and beautiful goofball and her smile will make you smile too!πŸ˜›
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9NhJWTfzu8

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I’m going to go and watch Terminator 2 in a sec, because it rocks and a cinnamon cream latte is calling my name but let me just share a series of photos by PWP images. To me, they perfectly illustrate my feelings about evolving and us all being works-in-progress. Sometimes we don’t leave our ‘past selves’ behind. Sometimes we don’t emerge from a situation in a glorious phoenix blaze. Sometimes we’re just moving and that movement is beautiful in itself.

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ROSWELL xxx

The Dimholt Road

16 Dec

The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead, and the dead keep it.
JRR Tolkien (Lord of the Rings)

That sentence got into my head the same way songs do when I shot with Amelia Roslyn and Sam (aka Sjambok) in this ancient Roman ironworks which looked exactly like somewhere in Middle Earth.πŸ˜€

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My pictures don’t really do justice to the scale of the place, which was huge! In fact; for various reasons I need to get myself a ‘proper’ camera, as my phone really isn’t the greatest and I have certain exciting plans involving my own camera…

Anyway, there’s a beautiful expression in (I think) Mexico: “el bosque del corazon” (the forest of the heart), which refers to your spiritual home, rather than the place in which you live. Well, English woodland and forest is mine, so I was very excited when we arrived here- not to mention awestruck, as the light was shining in perfect fairytale shafts through the leaves and down to the mossy boulders I started posing on.

Photo by Sjambok
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Look at the dark looming trees behind me too!!❀

We’d spoken beforehand about the ‘mood’ we wanted from the pictures. Art-nude is often a very dreamy, ethereal genre but this time I wanted something different. There are so many legends about what happens to young wayward men who see faeries and dryads in the woods. Mostly, they’re never seen again- or turned into something four-legged.
So… I wanted the pictures to look as though they were taken *just* before the action happens. As though I know the watcher is there and I’m just deciding what to do about them…

Photos by Amelia
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These were smoke grenades (below) as sadly we couldn’t capture the very real strands of mist just above the forest floor!
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“Legends can be now and forever, loved by the sun…”
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The photo above might have been taken just after I burst out laughing at a Lord of the Rings similarity (I promise my next blog will have NO Tolkien references.)
We were halfway up a very steep boulder here- there was Amelia being Frodo, with the most important thing (the camera) hanging around her neck, Sam managing the lights and extra equipment, often leading the way (snd already a Sam) … and then there was me, naked and covered with bits of moss crawling up rocks after them. “My precioussssss!”πŸ˜›

After a cookie break we moved on to some beautiful, slightly creepy cave entrances for a bit of bondage, which I was very excited to shoot. Although I’m known as a fetish and bondage model, I am actually very selective about who I shoot ropework with as it can be dangerous.
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Often our mythical dryad creatures are bound to one cave or tree… so here I am.:)
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We drove back to my hotel in the beautiful not-quite-sunset. That little dot you can see in the lower middle is the moon!
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Obviously, it’s Winter now and far too cold generally to pose nude outdoors but I am available for bookings from late January onwards. Now, I’m on holiday for the next few weeks and planning to get all crafty with making things, and doing a LOT of writing as I have missed doing articles! I haven’t properly decorated the boat yet but I’ll be getting some seriously tacky tinsel in and may even make a Christmas tree fairy.πŸ˜‰
As a pagan, my Winter celebration is Yule aka the Solstice, which is on the 21st. However, I grew up with Christmas, am more than happy to be told Merry Christmas and I celebrate that with my mum too. Yay for festival sharing… and yule logs.

I have a lot of seasonal festive blogs to share with you soon but right now there is a silver flowery accessory that needs to be steampunked up.πŸ˜›

Take care everyone, speak soon,

ROSWELL xxx

p.s. Outtake time! This will be my face when I can pose in the forest again!πŸ˜›
The watermark was on all the raw photos so I didn’t accidentally post unedited ones but I do have permission to post these two.
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Sam is taking this lighting test very seriously… :PΒ 

Adventures after dark…

10 Jun

Hello and greetings from my hostel in Utrecht!

Sinical Magazine are running a poll of the top 20 Alt models! If you think I should be on there, drop them a message through this link.:)

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.Β 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.πŸ˜‰

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.πŸ˜›
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).πŸ˜‰
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!πŸ˜‰

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

ROSWELL xxx

p.s. If you still haven’t voted for me in the Deep Down and Kinky Awards, it really would make my day/week/month if you could please! It takes all of ten seconds to fill in my name in the model’s section. Thankyou so much!
http://deepdownandkinky.com/lime/index.php/438814/lang-en

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!πŸ˜€ 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

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