PARIS!

A well-deserved, post-dissertation break in the beautiful city of Paris!

Highlight was meting my mother's old friend who I ended up talking about everything and anything with until 5 in the morning. 

She was stunned how I was created from the people that are my parents. 

Bodo's Schloss

Retro Alpine themed party, I think my dad's old-school headbands when down a treat. 

Awkwardness dissolved by the DJ playing Meek Mill and me going cray-zay on the dance floor. 

Bitchy Stylists

In all my years of modelling I have found the stereotype of models, stylists, casting directors and designers to be a myth. That's why when a person who does fit the criteria emerges I am so shocked to see it.
Today I was called at 8am about a fitting that I was needed for in and asked if I could come in as soon as I could. Seeing as I was pretty much doing them a favour I expected a little gratitude.
This was not to be found.
Everyone was normal except the stylist who was rude from the moment I walked in.
Why make life more difficult by being a horrible person?
She clearly thought she was the bee's knees and far too important a person to be having any kind of conversation with me, but FUCK- to be unnecessarily rude? Really?
So I already don't like her and then another model arrives and I think praise the lord i'm saved my work load will be halved- only for her to look at this beautiful hispanic woman and say 'oh no I can't, I just couldn't, it ruins my aesthetic, it really throws me off'.
She was openly racist, anything the girl put on she claimed 'didn't look right' and when it was put on me it was fine.
She told me to do a catwalk in an outfit, so I did.
'WALK FASTER'
so I did, and then I stopped,
'DID I TELL YOU TO STOP? KEEP WALKING!'
I have never wanted to punch someone in the face so much.
Left with a migraine and so much hatred.
If I EVER see her in the street her life will be hell.
Vanessa Reid you're in the burn book.

Eating Eggs

with Tanya in Totteridge

Hristus se rodi

The battle for badnjak 

MERRY CHRISTMAS/HAPPY NEW YEAR

Christmas at the Lutz's was wonderful, with some game-time at the Walkers too. 

 New Years eve with the boys (Soar, Collins, Kent, Travers, Elijah) was perfect, haven't seen them as a group in ages- we have drifted so much. Travers made a toast to me.

 The girls were a great surprise! - Cara, Tilly and Bibi baby love.

 Finally met Katie at 1am in a vault of sweaty trap-rappers. Moist.

A Timbergram

Two improbable possibilities

Two fixed paths

Collide in one rarity

And become uncertain

About everything that came before.

The twilight of a stagnant week

Sparkles

As a new week unfolds before us

hesitant and winding.

A casual approach

A retreat

A searching glance

The impeccable manners

Of a gentleman.

A gentle touch

Cranberry red pulse

Beats and breaks

The façade of a rotting relationship

With another.

Bound to another and yet,

Back less, sheer, low cut

Meant for wondering eyes.

Beneath the pristine disguise;

A bare truth

Two consciences converse

An uneasy compromise.

An open hand

Just one palm reading, just one embrace

Yet- a furry warmth

Creeps up unexpected

A remarkable comfort.

Time becomes relevant to moments spent

Demystifying tea-leaf fortunes with you

Liquid touchstone.

An affair of gestures

And subtle gazes

Abruptly ended

With a Timbergram.  

Dyed with gargling emotions

Thick with questions

Heavy, pushed against my heart

Engraved in wood

A flattering three lines

lay flat