WILDWOOD

I would like to nestle amid a copse of trees to while away these transeasonal afternoons. But I make do by garbing myself in flora, as inspired by J W Anderson (middle picture). My hair is tousled and loose and peppered with rosebuds; I stick sprays of fresh flowers in the waistband of my trousers. The odd sidewards glances from conventional folk are worth it- but Mum isn't too pleased with me tearing up her garden.

// Images sourced from; ʌPHRA / J W ANDERSON / CODY COBB

IF I COULD JUST LEAVE MY BODY FOR THE NIGHT

First & second images, Pentax SLR, feat. Hilary; middle image, webcamed, self

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THESE STREETS ARE HAUNTED

Disposable; taken in Julia Farr

WE ARE THE DISPARAGED YOUTH

Taken with trash digital camera, saturation altered to greyscale

SKY BRIGHT

35mm

MORE ROSES

I've taken to wearing roses in my Doc Martens; last night they were smooshed on the dancefloor, but they looked pretty at prerinks (which, incidentally were held on top of a building).

HALLOWE'EN

We were married in greyscale.

OUR GARDEN IS DENSE WITH ROSES

35mm, colour saturation fiddled with

GREY OCEANS

Digital/colour saturation altered

FIRST FORAY INTO MILK-EYED FAWN

Nineteen year old art student who has yet to accept that blogging is not a legitimate means of artistic expression.