Pre-Raphaelite Goodness

The following shots were taken by Keith Cooper at a location (half an hour away from my house in Oxfordshire) which manages to combine the romantic 15th Century ruins of a manor house, a river and woodland – perfect for Keith’s interest in pre-Raphaelite and historical styles. I’ve got two more shoots already booked in with him, so I’m looking forward to seeing what we come up with next!

More Spanishness – John Evans

I’ve been looking forward to showing some of these… A few more from the week I spent in Spain with Gregory Brown and John Evans (and fellow model Hannah Ashlea).

But first, a cute snap I got someone walking past to take with my camera on the last day, just as were packing up the car to go back to the airport.

This first one is by Gregory Brown, then the rest are by John Evans.

I love this headdress – I bought it over a year ago and thought it would be worth taking to Spain, as I was told some amazing rocky venues had been scouted. The wind was so strong (especially as we were near the edge of a bit of a cliff) it kept nearly flying off, all of a feather.

These beautiful lilles, on the terrace of the apartment, were teasing us with their photogenic potential all week. I love the freshness of this set:

We shot the following in a derelict, crumbling house on the side of the road. It just so happened that the turqoise underbust corset I’d brought matched the graffiti perfectly. A very happy coincidence.

A tree John found…

An amazing rock formation, surprisingly close to a mountain road, up which some German/Swedish/Austrian cyclists were huffing and puffing (I’m not sure we ever established which nationality they were, though we had a very long conversation with one man, who seemed keen to take any opportunity to hang back from the group and catch his breath and so wanted to make sure he had recounted the thitherto events of this particular trip in great detail for us.) Greg and John were positioned too far away for us to hear when the camera was actually clicking!

And finally (for now), I’m always happy when I’m near water… I’m really pleased with these, taken on a beach:

Blue

It’s that time of year again… As soon as the bluebells arrived I alerted the various photographers who were on standby and squeezed in some arrangements for early morning/evening shoots. These flowers don’t wait around long; you’ve got to be on their schedule. They’re such a pleasure to sit in; I try my hardest to squish as few as possible in the place I now call ‘my bluebell patch’ and have taken to spritzing my self with Elle Macpherson’s ‘Calming bath and body oil’, lavender scented, to discourage any bluebell-loving insects from settling on me.

I don’t care that I’ve done this type of bluebell shoot before and still have many more coming up over the next ten days – one of the things I love about these short woodland sessions is that, somehow, each photographer always seems to get completely different results, whether by using different angles, wanting different themes or just because the light is so changeable, varying itself in intensity and colour minute by minute. I love the morning mist. It turns out I’m shit at getting up early unless shooting, so I love the fact that these 6am alarm calls are kick-starting me back towards my new year’s resolution with a vengeance. It’s an amazing feeling to be back at home having done a good ‘day’s’ work when most people are just setting off for theirs. πŸ™‚


I’ve already received some images from Mike Castle, who is primarily a traveller (not the irish kind) and secondarily a photographer. He likes things not to be overly posed, preferring a beautiful scene with a girl in it, rather than a girl posing in a scene. This was my third shoot with him (see here and here for previous stuff). I love the relaxed feel and bokeh in these (and am delighted to be able to use one of the few technical terms I know, photography-wise). Here goes:

Lean and stooped, clumped at the feet
of elephantine trunks, by scrubby roots
and washing open spaces, grow
the bluebells. EmittingΒ 
periwinkle, leaving stains
on butterfly tongues, they knit together,
their dense heads close,
soaked overnight like pooled ink.
In sun they wisp, slight and arcing
as if to say there’s nothing to see;
this is what we do. As if being blue
means nothing more than reflecting
sky. On the ground, the clouds are spaces
to be grown in, hushed, amassed; barren
blanks to be sewn up,
like bubbles linking in water.
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We then found some blossom:
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It’s Good Friday today – Happy Easter everyone!

More…

… from Mr Gregory Brown.

Red on the bed:

Β The local bar owner presented Hannah and I each with a flower. I thought it should feature:

These were taken in some spare moments just after I’d finished packing up my stuff on the last morning, before we had to make our way to the airport:

Β I love the perspectives and angles on these – and I love the painting in the background, which somehow suits. Stairs are always fun (also did some cool stuff on these stairs with John Evans, who will be featured again v soon):

The place was full of books!

If any of these particularly stand out to you for my portfolio (and in fact any of the ones from this trip to Spain I’ve posted so far), speak now or forever hold your peace!

A Quick Dip

Hola!

I spent a week in the south of Spain (nr Frigiliana) last month with photographers Gregory Brown, John Evans and fellow model Hannah Ashlea. It was soooo productive and I absolutely love working with Greg and John. Although my body was pretty tired by the end of 7 days straight (and I also had a shoot the very next day) I felt very inspired and creatively energised by spending this time with them. I am so pleased with the images – I received nearly 4000 shots into my inbox in the days after the trip – and am a bit overwhelmed by how many new favourite shots I have! Hannah was also a total pleasure to work and hang out with, so check her out too! Greg and John had been casting for a second model since Autumn last year, so I was pleased to discover it would be someone I’d already met. The villa we were staying in was ridiculously amazing – we were all pretty flabbergasted by it (brilliant word, flabbergasted – had to get that in). The owner is a bit of a continent-flitter, and has filled it with millions of interesting things, so teamed with the beautiful French/Moroccan (hard to place) decor and gorgeous white walls and blue hues, beautiful windows and outdoor pool, you can see why Greg and John were in their photographic element! There were also about fifty thousand tables in the villa, which meant we had to choose each evening whereabouts we would eat our dinner. Hard life.

Anyway, I just want to quickly show two photos from John, taken by the pool. John and Greg work by alternating (hourly or so) between models, so there’s always a lot of energy from the day being broken into chunks and lots of changing around, but this set came after our lunch break and I’d been lounging around like a lizard on the wall by the pool. John decided I looked potentially photogenic and declared that this would be our next set… So this was absolutely the most relaxing, sun-soaked set I’ve ever modelled. I literally just lolled around in the sun, sometimes dipping in a toe or arm (hence the ripples!). At one point I totally misjudged the width of the wall and very nearly went in… but all was well. (We did go in later though… COLD in March!)Β  In this first shot, John had climbed onto a wall and was shooting down on me, kindly without blocking my sun…

This second shot is one of my abosolute favourites, just because I was so utterly relaxed and I adore the trail of tree against the wall. I had no idea my hair was wet until I got up afterwards, when it flung droplets of water onto my back and shoulders. The metallic sheen of my skin was not added by any post-processing; this is exactly how the shot looked in-camera (gotta love Spanish light), just minus a pesky sign on the wall. Because of that, I think it’s quite special!

I’ll post many more soon! Will try not to over-bombard you with the zillions of images I have. We shot in and on rocks, on beaches, in the sea, in derelict houses, in the stunning villa, in an old sugar factory, in the streets of beautiful quiet villages… the list goes on. πŸ™‚

Yerbury Boudoir Training

I had four exciting shoots this last week, one of which was for Faye and Trevor Yerbury‘s Boudoir Workshop at a beautiful hotel (The Greenway) in Cheltenham. It was a perfect opportunity to wear some new lingerie sets, I thought. The day went very well. The Yerburys are an impressive husband and wife team who have both won a ridiculous amount of awards individually – they have a genuine enthusiasm for creating beautiful images, and for passing on the necessary skills. I have unexpectedly been sent lots of the images from the day (both from the Yerburys and the delegates), which is always a nice bonus!

The following were taken by Yvonne Lorraine (one of the delegates at the workshop):

This was taken by Barbara Leatham (another delegate):

(Rocking the demonic look:)

By Faye Yerbury:
Β (Rolling around the floor while a room full of people take shots, as one does:)

Obviously, there are lot of similar-ish photos here, but they’re all slightly different and the delegates had the chance to direct me individually as well as snapping all at once. If you think you might be interested in getting some tips and know-how from the Yerburys, you can find information about their upcoming workshops (based all around the country) on their facebook group: ‘Boudoir Academy‘. I’ll be modelling for them again soon… Maybe see you there? πŸ™‚