I pimped out the grandfathers hands on Saturday. He is the cutest. He was a boat builder in his younger days, and this has left him well and truly weathered by the storm. I love his wrinkles, they are like journeys on a map.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
This post is an ode to the coast's own super-model my mate Shan.
She modeled for Oneteaspoon last year at fashion week and I forgot how rad she looked, and how much I coveted the skull tiara she got to wear.
She also modeled for the babyanything look-book, although all you can see is her pelvis!
The best thing about Shan is that she is just as gorgeous on the inside.
Girls love to get their jealous on when Shan's around x
Sunday, June 20, 2010
I absolutely adore these pictures from studdedhearts, not really for the clothes but more the amazing mexican day of the dead props in the background. I was talking to a mate the other day who told me he had been there when it was the Dia de los Muertos festival, I was literally salivating when he told me about all the skulls I could get my hands on.
I was inspired by the day of the dead when I made the steer sculpture below, I have been looking at making some custom sugar skulls for an upcoming exhibition.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
I think we know I love tattoo's. I have been contemplating my next one for quite sometime now. First I only wanted pieces on the right side of my body, so my hand, wrist and neck are all on the right side. Then I was sure I would only ever get red ink, only to realise that red ink bleeds into the skin so it's not ideal.
I really want some knuckle ones done, but it's taking ages for me to take the plunge.
Now I have another idea. It's totally mental. The mother will kill me, the sister will slap me, but I'm 95% sure it will be perfect.
Stay tuned x
Get tapping on your keyboard to vote for my AMAZING sis Elle and the awesome Tash, they are up for an award at Cosmo mag for their blog www.theyallhateus.com x
Perhaps I brought it on myself?
All this talking about having a crazy night out and I got myself injured.
It's not exactly like a took a bullet, in truth a dear friend stamped her stiletto heel into my toe, neatly ripping skin and nail from said toe. I was wearing my Jeffery Campbells, shoes so tall I thought it impossible anyone could have stepped up that high.
But I will take the injury, the stitches and the tetnis shot that came afterwards as battle scars.