Got My Own Chanel.

Got My Own Chanel.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013


It really isn't what's on the outside that makes you a rad person.
This industry is fucking sad, unattainable and makes normal sized people feel like shit for being a size 12. It also successfully makes people who are a size 6 feel like shit because they are getting slammed for being bad (role) models that young women inevitably aspire to look like. In reality, they are just doing their jobs, making a buck like everyone else. It's all a vicious cycle but it doesn't seem to have the slightest bit of light at the end of the tunnel for change. 


The money should come off trees and the plane tickets should fall from the sky. They would come down and shake the branches of the trees that hold the money and shake all those dollar dollar bills onto the freshly mown grass. And those notes would lay there nestled in the cuttings, because even though there’s sticky warm breeze, it’s not enough to ruffle the notes which fell so gently. An overcast sky to make the grass glow and the blades show. Laying on the moist clippings before they are snatched into greasy voracious hands. The eager fingers coordinate themselves to caress those lithe papers more tenderly than any lover. It would be a shameless frenzy of ferocious greed. A display of the parsimonious people.

Sunday, May 26, 2013


Yesterday while I was test shooting I got asked to take my top off. There are a few things you should know first to understand my predicament. 
1. I was on an unpaid test. On Swanston St. On a Saturday morning. Outside a flower stand.
2. It is winter.
3. It is unnecessary. 
4. "You won't see your boobs though because you'll be covering them with flowers and your hands." Cool, what's the point then?
5. These shots are an editorial test being submitted for publication in a Perth magazine. "The editor said if we can get this shot it'll just really make the tulle skirt pop!" Next time the editor has such a big fat opinion on an UNPAID TEST that's being submitted for publication to HER MAGAZINE, how about she BOOKS ME and PAYS ME for an editorial. 
So after succumbing to the dignity stripping predicament that is being topless crouching inside an enclosed flower stand on Swanston St, I said hurry up then this has better be worth it. No nip got shown, no public members saw a thing. "Can you just stand up in here because I can't get any greenery when you're crouched so low." NO I WILL NOT BE STANDING UP BECAUSE IT'S WINTER AND I'M NOT BEING PAID AND I'M A PERSON AND I DON'T WANT TO JUST GET MY BREASTS OUT.