wildthing.

Final photograph of my milinery piece.

Ryan Wicks and Miles Thomas.photo.

A light and editing test for topshop photoshoot.

Photography- Ryan Wicks and Miles Thomas.

Styling, make-up and model - me

lisalu.loves.you

Im lucky to have a friend who has alot of trust in me.

Shes like a human version of those model heads thats hairdressers practice on.

When we first met she had blonde shoulder length hair.

After a year of crazy adventures together she trusted me enough to chop off about 6 inches and create a graduated bob. Then we dyed it red. Then brown. And yesturday i gave her a fringe.

taxider.my.head

 Wildthing. 

I think i love you.

Im making a fascinator/headpiece based on roadkill.

Being a poor poor student i managed to get a free pigs head off Tony the butcher.

And with a crazy nan like mine, believe it or not Margaret actually had some pheasent wings in her compost bin that i fished out, disected the muscle and covered it in special solution.

  

Making a pigs head to a skull... pretty dark.

I was a vegetarian for the day after because the smell of cooked meats reminded me of it all.

I was pretty proud  i completed it though.

Found some fantastic antlers at a junk yard.

Laden Autumn here I stand
Worn of heart, and weak of hand:
Nought but rest seems good to me,
Speak the word that sets me free.

marroc.



        

I went to Marrocco to ride a camel.

It was intense. We travelled from the desert Zagora, to the coast Essaouira and stayed in the centre of Marrakech. I fell in love with turbans, camels and mossaic's.



So much mint tea...so much dense bread.

Proper sexy raw leather from camels and old rugs made the best things.

         

      

  

The guys in the city were stylish with bags and tank tops.

In the desert i fell in love with turbans.

      

   

     

A nike engagment ring.

  

Shoes, rugs and spices.

This guy thought it was hilarious i was wearing open toe lace ankle boots and he liked posing with his fish.

Marrakech was such a culture shock.

At night the square was crazy with movement and noise.

   

   

The intesity of the city was crazy in comparison to the more commercial coast and silent desert.
I loved Marrakech. It was beautiful.