Blanche in my bowl or oats, adding the secret ingredient.

Tea for two, for one that I’m preparing a very special look for.

This thing inadvertently turned out more Tina Louise than anything.

this came onboard.
#fellinimoment

A set of SISTERVERONICA 20″ human hair extensions, ready to be clipped in. These have been prepared for an upcoming shoot.

in the atelier, working it out. [#26′]

No filter Friday prep night.

From silky shine to dreaded dreads, to set, onto the girl’s head, photographed, posing, back on the slab, tired dreadful dreads, to rested pretty hair.
I never throw away the hair I work with. It’s a loyal friend, especially when treated with love. In fact, damaged hair is the most pliable, malleable, cooperative, beautiful hair, that flourishes with a gentle nudge.

Kinda like people; the most damaged are the most beautiful inside, under the rough exterior.

Embarking on a 3-day dyeing bonanza for my J&B campaign shoot later this week. HATE STAINS!
Also, Lana Del Rey is copying my blogs.

Haunting atrocious nightmares woke me at 5am. I remembered something about mauve, from the dreams. I got up and made this.
Then I dunked her in a bucket of water. That’ll show her.

What excites me about things [dolls too], is to break the rules.
Taking dolls that are created for mere decorative purposes, trapped in tacky ethnic garments pinned or glued on them, un-re-styleable hair, rigid immovable bodies, permanently propped up on bases, cursed to eternally spend their lives on some shelf, and setting them free.
Some of these dolls have unexpectedly amazing face molds that go to waste in such distasteful incarnations.
I found this doll in a Chinese supermarket and was immediately aware of her potential. Head made of plaster with impecable skin texture and inset glass [i.e. plastic] eyes, great facial features. The styrofoam body, tacky Chinese extravaganza outfit, nylon hair, etc, are instantly ripped off of her, a multi-jointed body for the head, a human hair wig and presto-change-o, she is free to be whoever she [you] want[s] to be.
In this case, a mod get up and Westwood shoes.

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This old hairpiece was used in French movies in the 40s and 50s.
Before I use it for a shoot, I had to reassure it that it’s in loving hands,
treating it to some familiar Marcel goodness.

Day off on a rainy day in my apartment, has its pros and its cons.
Pros, I don’t get slimy wet and gross. Cons, I get sad-ish and grim.

Don’t you be judging my makeshift ghetto band-aid.
[I like my scalpels sharp.]