Backlog ahoy… Just updating with a few(?) very natural (raw, unprocessed, full of coconut oil…) portraits and nudes from a fruitful shoot with David Gilliver…
I was waffling on about how I would one day love to shoot with a lion (as is often the case, other waffle-themes sometimes involving tigers, llamas, lambs, peacocks and sometimes unicorns; and lack of animal-cruelty allowing) and David came up with this spot, half way down the Australian coast… Well, we work with what we’ve got… 🙂
Some new images for you by the absolutely excellent Cam Attree, RAWards Australia Photographer of the Year, excellent host, provider of excellent comedy films and bringer of mango sorbet.
These are from a tiny 5 minute thing we did near Byron Bay, after another shoot he worked on (during which I mostly sunbathed). Kinda missing that blue sky at the moment!
Later, I shot with Cam again at the beautiful Dagmar Falls:
…. Where I was joined by the beautiful Ivory Flame (my good friend and wonderful listening ear), for some of my absolutely favourite shots ever taken of us together:
And in colour:
I want to say a huge enormous thank you to Australia for having me. Your sharks didn’t get me, your spiders didn’t crawl on me and your bears didn’t drop on me… And on my last day, I frolicked in the bush with kangaroos in the background. Happy! Big thanks especially to the friends, lift-givers, event-makers, airport picker-uppers and all staff at the various branches of the 5* Model Hotel chain: Cam Attree, Mel Brackstone, Zoe Wiseman, Malcolm Grant, Dzhaminat Grant, Michael Marlborough, Jacy, Wick, Mo & Eggbert, Anne Duffy and Glen. You are all thoroughly excellent humans (etc) and made my trip a massive pleasure! Thank you!
I am so, so happy to be home now, even though I didn’t want to leave Australia. There are so many things here that I am looking forward to catching up with and getting stuck into. I woke up last night, having arrived in the UK early yesterday morning and (predictably) couldn’t sleep because I was so excited (and jet lagged, and bizarrely craving weetabix). It’s such a weird feeling, time travelling, and waking up in my own bed after two months away, feeling for a second or two that perhaps the whole trip was just a very good dream!
Anyway, as if I enjoy sitting endlessly on my bum in various guises of transport, this evening I’m getting a train to deepest darkest Somerset for a very exciting shoot for an extremely talented wedding dress designer. The new collection will be shot with such a beautiful theme, and although getting married is absolutely no way near my radar, I see nothing wrong with prancing around like a princess in various manifestations of lace, silk, beads and sparkles for the day.
Finally, I thought I’d show you some images by Peter Cassar, taken on a beach in Geelong, Australia. First, the set up (a shot on my phone; what a lovely, lonely, lost looking chair!):
Later, I’m really not sure what would have looked more strange to the woman strolling past along the beach, me sitting nude on a wooden chair on the sand, or Peter using a house-hold broom to meticulously smooth out the sand around me. He didn’t quite succeed in sweeping up the whole beach, but we did make these images, the first of which is called ‘Amphitrite’:
The chair angled itself so perfectly before crashing violently into the waves (I’m going to take credit for a good throw; no trickery required… :-))