|Myself and my photographer - I was the makeup artist, stylist and creative director because I'm the big sister and I ALWAYS get to play the best roles|
Monday, 18 August 2014
I've split the 60s photoshoot into two parts so you (whoever you are) don't fall asleep whilst waiting for the page to load/have to run off and find a sick bucket from witnessing all the narcissism. Here's the second.
Greetings earthlings: shall we just ignore the fact I haven't blogged for nearly a year and get on with the good stuff? It's the summer holidays; I have nothing to do except ignore the extra reading and uni application preparation and spend 2 hours painting my face before assaulting the camera lens by shoving said face in front of it!
|really should have edited out those nostril hairs|
In all seriousness though, the 1960s are a favourite era of mine - fashion, music and culture-wise - and even though I dress nothing like this on a day-to-day basis I might start from now on if I weren't so dead-set on looking like a Isabel Marant tribute act. This always happens when I assume a different and exciting character - take last year's Halloween when I dressed up as a fortune teller and immediately decided to only dress in long skirts, scarves and hoop earrings from then on because I thought I looked Exotic and Alluring; or prom when I dressed up as an attractive teenage girl and decided I quite liked it when people looked at me as I walked past (this may or may not have had something to do with the fact that I was early and looked completely out of place all tarted up in a shopping centre at half past four in the afternoon). But whilst you may be seeing me favouring my boyfriend jeans and Stan Smiths 6/7 days of the week, in the end, I did have fun pretending to be Twiggy and painstakingly editing all the pictures into the perfectly colour-balanced black and white. Especially the editing.