Virtually impossible to do if you have an enchanting cat who clearly draws heavily from her arsenal of cute in order to distract you.
My latest photoshoot was in Exeter this week.. ah Exeter, stomping ground of my youth! I had the great pleasure of meeting up with the lovely and talented Lisa Fifer. This was not our first meeting, I used to work for Lisa when she owned a trendy boutique in East Devon and had not seen her since I moved to Bristol nearly 4 years ago now.
Lisa started out as a knitwear designer and now designs accessories for the high st as well as working as a freelance stylist. She recently won a place at a prestigious design school in LA and wanted a set of pictures to update her website and also to show off her new short haircut! I think we managed to capture her design background and love of fashion. We shot the majority of these photos at The Real McCoy in Exeter, a fab vintage/costume shop that has been there for years and somewhere I used to frequent as a teen (mostly to buy MASSIVE black cords, band tees and studded dog collars.. yeah). Exeter has undergone some huge changes since I moved away, it is nice to see that some things, at least, do not change.
I love this guy. I love his back-story even more. I want to make people drawings like he does on his website- http://www.willisearlbeal.com/
I guess if everything in life came in manageable chunks then stress would cease to be an issue. I feel like I have spent about 30 mins at home this whole week! As I mentioned the last time I was here, I went down to Weymouth for a shoot at the stunning “Left Bank” restaurant on the Harbourside. Formerly known as Perry’s, my clients hired me to rebrand, style and create a web presence. It was great to meet the team and see all the hard work in reality! I hope I can share more of the shoot with you once the website goes live.
I don’t read, or believe in horoscopes but I did manage to glance at mine last week, it said my life was going to pick up in pace and it was right, next week I am in London, Exeter, Dorset, Bath, Bristol and London again. I feel like a Nomad! All this travelling about has really helped me gain some perspective about what I really want out of life and how much time we waste worrying about the things we cannot change. I have really devoted myself to doing my thing this month and I think it is paying off. Getting ill was my body telling me to stop, to let go and to step back. Some things have had to take a back seat, some people’s good favour is just not as important to me anymore. It is harsh, but it is a very real fact of life; letting go has it’s merits. If nothing else, it opens us up to other things we were previously oblivious to.
..that I want to share with you.
My cat is becoming an internet phenomenon before my very eyes. I have had five emails this week JUST about her. Soon she will be appearing outfit like this, sent to her by crazy people in Asia.
I appear to have a frightening crush.. on Spencer Matthews from Made in Chelsea.. (I know. I know, I don’t understand it either!) I seem to be attracted to TOTAL BASTARDS. I would do bad, terrible things to him, I am ashamed to say. Possibly illegal.
Oh dear Lord, this is going to be like the time I decided I fancied Craig Doyle. We won’t speak of that. Send help!
I am regressing. Today I spent two hours listening to My Vitriol and putting studs on things. Soon I shall write morbid songs and pierce the s**t out of my ears.
Also, my Dr is really fit. This is SO inconvenient when you consider that the last 3x I have seen him I have been in a state of undignified undress and/or distress.
Tomorrow I am going to Weymouth for a photoshoot. Weymouth is very dear to my heart because it is by the sea and I was actually born there, I am looking forward to catching up with an old friend while I am there as well as taking some knockout photos.
So while I am suffering from the mean reds, playing my guitar and talking to my cat*, few things make my heart go boom and my eyes leak these days, but this truly did.
Caines Arcade, beautiful and heartwarming.
*Plotline possibly stolen from Truman Capote.
Simon and I faking it in the Fashion World today.
“Darling, you look amazing!” my friend said, kissing me and plonking herself down in the bar next to me. I am not sure if there is any truth in this, if that is the compliment we girls tell each other without thought or consideration. I am prone to believing that its just “one of those things” and not based on real observations at all. But I am tired of batting away compliments when they come my way and so I said “Thank you…… ” then, just as quickly.. “Really?” “Yes, yes, hon.. you look AMAZING!” said my friend, grinning broadly at me as if mere words could not demonstrate her sincerity.
I don’t feel amazing. My incredibly bruised ego and dented pride has resulted in an affair with hair dye, as decreed in the girl code and so, after a massacre in the bathroom, I am a redhead.
But hair colour alone does not an amazing Mizzban make. I am confident that were my friend to see me some hours prior to our meeting, she would have expressed concern at my pale complexion, fuzzy hair and dark circles. Oh and the spots that have decided to visit me in my darkest hour. Makeup is my friend right now, my very best friend, forseaken only if a full face mask or paper bag were available to me. I feel as ugly as I have been made to feel which is pretty vile, let me tell you. Sometimes I want to punch someone, other days I don’t want to leave the house. Of course, these things are only temporary and nobody has to know about them. My red hair will blind people to my crumbling appearance until I really DO look amazing, amazing for the right reasons.
It is an interesting concept, that “Fake it til you make it”. Since my world imploded and my health let me down, I have been pretty subdued. The people I can stand to have around me right now I can count on one hand, the weird thing is they have all, without exception said something along these lines to me. The impression we portray to others can subconciously lift our mood when we don’t feel like that at all. Pretending we are living successfully can sometimes bring about this positive change. It is a tactic that is often applied to the business world and 1950’s America. Attainment is 80% belief in the outcome, portray the outcome you wish to see and the rest will follow.
Or so we hope.