I woke up the morning of my 26th birthday with this song stuck in my head and these images driving through my dreams. I'm not going to call it a metaphor for something, I just wanted to light a cake on fire. The song is performed by Daughter. All footage shot and edited by me.
I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to model for this month's issue of Portland Monthly Magazine. The spread is featuring classy office wear, that pulls stylistically from my favorite guilt-ridden, heart-deranging, moral-depreciating, binge-obsessive shows Mad Men.
The crew consisted of mostly ladies, and our motto "No work, just twerk" kept our mood and energy levels satyrical and our banter followed consistently with the beat of the 90's hip-hop jamz that were blasting throughout the studio. ( R.I.P. Aaliyah <3 )
I modeled next to STUNNER, Clark FLowers, who's role imitated that of Don Draper from aforementioned guilty pleasure show, Mad Men. And I, her obedient secretary; absolutely delighted to take orders.
The lovely Kelly Peach was our Hair/MUA (so good!). Nicolle Clemetsen was our badass photographer, and the ever-energetic and adorable Eden Dawn was scored our amazing styles.
Here is a sneak peak of the spread:
(clicky for full spread)
And here are some behind the scenes photos I that I took of the shenanigans:
But I know what it feels like.
I can't seem to pull from the lines of comparison to anything I have ever known when describing my goals. And as a person who is very sensory-based, this makes understanding them a little complicated.
However, the advice of the ones that I love and respect most is to just do what I want and see what happens.
So here I go:
I took these photos.