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May 2, 2009

I’m not going to apologise or offer any explanation for not having blogged between then and now. Sometimes it’s best to creep back in quietly.

…So what have I been up to? Well, the modelling is taking off. Yesterday I set my alarm for 6am and met a photographer to do a shoot in the bluebells near my house for two hours. We scouted around for the best views, maximum privacy, the best light and I generally frolicked around and sat in bluebells, sometimes in a white dress, sometimes naked, sometimes flicking away slugs and using the shapes of trees to create shapes and dynamic until 9am. By breakfast I had made £75. I find modelling supremely relaxing. It’s not ‘proper’ modelling, by any means; I have no pretensions about this.  It’s working with artists, hobbiests, and those interested in creating something of beauty. My body is not perfect (either my hips are too curvy or my breasts are too small; I’ve never worked out which it is and nor do I care) but it can be beautiful. I know how to use it and what it can express. Besides all this, I meet the most interesting people doing this job – people who do this on the side, full time photographers bored of shooting weddings day in day out, people who are just trying out their new cameras, people who have an exact vision they need you to help bring to life. Yesterday’s photographer was an aircraft designer and engineering lecturer by day, an artist by.. dawn; a self-proclaimed ‘city boy’ who wore smart shoes in woodland – he does this to relax and create. I can relate to that – we all need something extra in our lives.


Joining the Blogging Brigade

March 13, 2009

Last night I discussed with my blogger friends the reasons for keeping a blog. I struggled to see it as anything more than a narcissistic tool of naval-gazing at worst, a means of procrastination at best. Who reads these things? What’s the point? Is there anyone out there? Is this a more glamourous, socially accepted way of talking to oneself; the first sign of madness?

Yet I woke up this morning with an uncontrollable urge to set myself up in the 21st century as an online persona (myself, unedited) and organise my musings and rants into nice, neat, categorised ‘posts’. I fear I may become addicted. I hope to entertain.

I often change my mind about things. This particular time reminds me of when I decided, in the middle of a vintage boutique shop in Sydney four years ago, that I absolutely needed a tattoo of the pisces sign on my left foot, immediately. I went and got one done – the old symbol which looks a bit like an italicised ‘H’ – within about an hour. I had thitherto detested all tattoos (and still largely do).

I am not a hypocrite; it’s a piscean trait to be ‘muteable’. This is why our fish swim in opposite directions. I always find my most unexpected, inexplicable decisions are the ones I regret the least.

So here I am, starting a blog. Talking to myself.