Trips and Leaves

I love these leafy images by Robert Farnham.

And… I have some news and updates to share!

1. I’ve been spending an unhealthy amount of time on travel websites looking at flights, and have now booked a few more trips around Europe between now and July. Here’s what I have so far. Please get in touch if you’d like to discuss a booking in these areas; I still have some free days in some of these places:

*PARIS: 19th-23rd March
*WALES (including Snowdonia): early April (Easter)
*HOLLAND&GERMANY: April 11th-23rd (Dusseldorf, Cologne, Essen, Nijmegen, Amsterdam)
*SCOTLAND (Dundee-Fife-Edinburgh-Livingston-Glasgow): 9th-16th May
*IRELAND (Dublin-Kildare): June (details TBA; postponed from May)
*SOUTH GERMANY & FRANCE & MORE EUROPE: July-Aug

email: ellarosemuse@live.co.uk

2. I’ve been busily updating my website recently (a long, slow and arduous process, since my computer loves to crash when I try to update certain galleries). I have now re-organised my nude modelling images into four different galleries; Figurative for studio nudes (shape and form), Faerie for garden-style tree-nymphing innocence, Elemental for open spaces, rocks and water, and now BUILDINGS for nudes set against man-made structures (for modern interiors, crumbling ruins and derelict sites). Please take a look and keep checking back for updates as the other galleries (incl Faerie and Elemental, plus Romantic, Adorned, Shining and Accompanied) are all being added to over the next day or two!

Natural Women

These were shot on film by Steven Billups, mostly in a Mexican swimming pool. Steven’s laid back, mellow character explains so well the beautifully gentle, delicate and relaxed atmosphere in his artwork. I’ve been a big fan of his water studies in particular, for a while now, so it was absolutely wonderful to work with him and be part of his imagery.

We were joined for some of it by Meghan Claire, who has the most natural beauty you’ll ever see, and is an interesting and inspiring person to talk to too. We shared a room for the week and thought we would work well together, so suggested to Steven that he shoot us as a duo… luckily he agreed!


…Just looking at these shots makes me feel so relaxed. 🙂

Luxury strikes again

It’s always nice to know what happens to the images I’ve helped create. Well done to Keith Cooper for being awarded a merit for this image at the SWPP convention. One of my favourite sets I’ve ever done, and I’m so proud of the results. Full set can be seen here: Luxury. Two more shoots are in the planning stages, the first depending on being able to find a specific natural setting at the right time of year.

Mosquito nets, Metaphysics and Mississippi Mud Pie

Is there anything more delicious in a pot than Mississippi Mud Pie crunch corner yoghurt? (No, is the answer.) I think all my future blog posts should have a foodie theme; it’s only right. Anyway, today has been rather indulgent; I spent most of it writing, updating online places, trying on my beautiful new wedding skirt to go with a shiny matching corset for bridal shoots (more to arrive in the post very soon!), taking photographs of my cat and dog as they lounged together (a rare sight; usually the cat tries to kill the dog) on my handmade crochet blanket, flicking through my new Spanish AS/A-level revision guide, looking at my new books on Nothing (a philosophy/science book crucial for a headstart on being able to delve into my new physicist-character’s brain) and Aldous Huxley’s The Doors of Perception, reading Ian McEwan’s Solar and listening to Shakira’s Sale el Sol. Ah, I love it when parcels arrive from amazon; I go through my wishlist periodically and create mini Christmasses for myself all year round… I recommend this habit greatly.

OK, moving on with some imagery…

These next few images are from Mel Brackstone (another Australian, yes!). These were all shot using a lensbaby. I flippin’ love them. So soft and dreamy and I had a great time pretending to be up in the clouds ordering thunder, etc. Do check out her work if you don’t know it; every time I look I find something new to admire. There’s a lot of creativity there, and I particularly love the quirky compositions and narratives, plus some really accomplished and interesting self portraits.

Lynn Creek Canyon

Hello!

This is just another quick update, probably the last before I get home to the good old UK on 16th Dec and inflict upon my readers post after post of exciting new photos I have received by email over the last couple of months! I feel so lucky to have worked with some incrediblely talented photographers recently, whose work I have truly admired for a looooong time. I definitely feel like I am achieving things I never thought possible, in terms of modelling – working with people from all corners of the world who I did not (note there is no apostrophe on this Costa Rican keyboard, so everything is sounding a bit convoluted and formal) imagine I would meet let alone get together with as equals and create some cooool stuff. I still feel like I have way more to do though and am looking forward to some shoots I have coming up which will show that I enjoy expanding my range and thrive on new challenges.

Kicking off some updates then, here are some images I received from the brilliant Christopher Ryan. These were taken in Lynn Creek Canyon Park in Vancouver a couple of months ago. Film, as seemed to be the medium of choice in that part of the world. Thank you Chris for a great day and I hope to visit again sometime!

Fresh Zing

I’m back in the UK! Woop! Gotta love those long-haul flights, especially when they decide not to bother putting your suitcase on the plane (ahem, delta airlines, NOT impressed!)… The conversation at the baggage reclaim desk went as follows:

Me, in London after a four-hour delay (during which I read an entire memoir of an ex-prisoner at Alcatraz cover to cover; pretty intense!), a re-routing from New York to Minneapolis, terrible vegetarian food, definitely not enough leg room and not really enough water to drink: ‘Excuse me, my bag doesn’t seem to be here.’
‘Help services’ man, glancing at my passport: ‘Oh yeah, your luggage didn’t make it onto the flight.’
     
(Un-elaborating pause while I stare at him…)
Me: ‘Riiiight. What am I expected to do, in that case?’ (I am extremely polite, despite my piercing glares)
‘Help Services’ man: ‘Fill in this form. We’ll then post your bag to you.’ (NO APOLOGY OR EXPLANATION! (Until I, reminding myself of my mother slightly, say ‘Will I be getting an apology of any kind?’ to which Mr Blasé finally replies ‘sorry madam’ and ‘sometimes that happens. They don’t tell us why.’) HUMPF!)

Anyway, so far I’m amazingly un-jet-lagged, so am spending a few mins addressing the ever-present and imminently overwhelming backlog of stuff to put on this blog of mine, before I address the rather exciting pile-up of emails I need to reply to. I’m hoping to cram in as many shoots as possible before I go away again in 3.5 weeks. Lots of Canadien/American stories to follow in due course (camera-computer cable pending), some with photographic evidence of the more artistic variety… but first… presenting what I call ‘fresh zing’, a development of a theme, by Rebecca Parker. So fresh and so clean (with cool lens stuff going on with trees and grass):

And something Rebecca found from a previous shoot:

Running, Rivers and The Sweet Nectar of Divine Divinity

I’ve had such a busy, productive day today, getting lots done, but the two things I’m most pleased/excited about are:

1. I went for a run this morning. I’ve been meaning to go for a run for roughly a million years, but never quite worked out how to go about it. I know, I overthink things. The thoughts flittering around my mind are those such as: where would I run? Is it better to run on tarmac or grass? Will I be able to do it? By what date, exactly (and this is my ambition surfacing), would I be able to qualify for and enter a marathon? Which charity would I choose to run for? And then the more immediate concerns, such as, how do you make the transition between walking and running without looking as though you suddenly think you might be being chased? (Seriously though, I never see people begin to run – they are always already running, as though they came out of the womb doing it and haven’t even stopped to consider other methods of getting about.)

And anyway, I know; who cares what you look like? I actually don’t, but I am reminded of a comedy sketch I once saw about that moment when you’re walking in the street and realise you need to be going in the opposite direction. Do you just immediately turn around with no apparent acknowledgement of your error, the comedian wondered, or do you slap your forehead, shake your head at yourself, rolling your eyes at passersby so that they too might acknowledge and share in your foolhardiness, admitting, by your dramatic display, that it’s not the normal thing to just turn swiftly and change direction, and invalidating each and every step you’ve taken thitherto in the current trajectory as being wrong and misguided and wally-like? (I am very slightly mad and once, when walking to school, started pigeon-walking (you know, where you take tiny steps so that the heel of one foot touches the toes of the foot behind; no, I was rarely on time for school) then, intrigued by my new foot pattern (the alleyway was particularly monotonous), started mimicking my feet with my hands as I walked (a kind of ‘air walk’, if you will), before realising there was a girl innocently walking in the alley behind me, quietly bemused. I immediately resumed a more conventional walking motion, hands back down, strides at a more practical length (pigeon walking is quite wobbly when you’re in a rush), and hoped she might think she’d merely imagined my non-conformist methods of getting to school… Apart from this episode in my life, I am frequently told I have a nice walk (again, ‘nice walks’ strike me as bizarre, but no more tangents for now), so should/could possibly, in theory, have a nice run. I also won a lot of races at school for sprinting and was always chosen to compete in the county sports day, but I’m showing off now (and it’s irrelevant).

Anyway, yep, I went for a run. I ran up and down hills; mostly up, in hindsight; on grass and on tarmac, and on a lot of mud. It was fun! I was terrible (I’m flexible, strong, but lung power has room for improvement), but I’m promised by my younger brother that this is an inevitable and temporary affliction of beginner adult runners. I’m wondering now whether my body will change shape, if I keep this up, and how strange that would be, considering I haven’t changed body shape since the age of 15/16. We shall (literally) see, I imagine.

2. The second thing I am unbelievably, perhaps unreasonably excited by, is the fact that I’ve FINALLY mastered making masala chai like I used to drink in India. Being prone to foul moods whenever I remember and think of the lack of it in my life, this is a massive cause for celebration. Now I know exactly how to do it I can whip up a brew whenever I fancy one. This makes me incredibly happy. (I still need to go to India ASAP though, even just for the Thalis.) …Pestle & mortar-crushed spices (cloves, cinnamon sticks, black peppercorns, cardamom, dry-roasted ginger), a tablespoon of indian tea, milk and water in a pan boiled up, sugar….. luscious frothy, sweet heaven in a glass.

Oh, and I have some new photos from Drew Smith, taken in Oxfordshire recently. Thanks Drew! 🙂