scotland, again

i know it's taken me so long to put these up, but so much is happening lately (bad things and good things, then the good things always turn into bad things). something is wrong with the bottom photo, it won't go un-pinkified and i don't know why?! but i like the photo too much to not put it up

and this is colleen at work- the amazing woman who has helped both me and ellen get somewhere with our dreams, even though we are not where we want to be yet. she's so inspiring and life changing. thank you colleen.

she took us to these beautiful places, and one included this amazing hotel and restaurant here, and markets and golden fields.

little dancers

found myself

i took my camera on another adventure, to bolling hall in bradford. me, the model and make up artist had no idea which bus stop we were getting off, or where to go from there, so it was especially mentally traumatic when we got off the bus to find ourselves on a long empty road next to a huge, empty, white snow park, and the small path that existed was sheet ice.

thanks to an iphone though (stupid technology) we found a rather daunting, deserted college where there was a lone man shovelling snow, and he showed us the way. which also turned out to be wrong. but we found the museum eventually.

i wanted to dance around it. it was full of pretty lights and christmas decorations tingling and hanging off chandeliers, and pretty windows with meaningful images stained into their glass sheets lit the rooms with sun-shining-on-the-snow-bouncing-off light.

after the typical, boring entrance to a small museum that is always full of a hundred different books on every street and grain of sand surrounding the place, there was an old, dark kitchen. which i should have probably found interesting but i'm too into light and pretty shadows. then, though, walking through a little corridor, it opened up into a two floor high room with the biggest christmas tree you have ever seen (put inside, that is), covered in decorations, floor to ceiling, sparkling and twinkling.

that's all i have to say, really. that it was pretty. and there was one room called 'the ghosts bedroom.

i ran straight out that room

make up: fiona hepper

halls

these halls feel empty without your warmth

the blood pulses through each corridor endlessly everyday forever and ever until the soul gives up. in out round round round up down

these radiators just whine and the paint cracks off slowly, curling and falling, showing the rust hidden beneath the skin. the ceilings sink downwards as the heart slows it's beating and the rhythm is lost forever. the windows grow dim and the light stops beaming through to the core like it used to

what's the point anymore? why doesn't the blood just stop and give up now

there is no point anymore, just stop this madness before i lose my mind completely

red brick heart

it was too cold in leeds to even move, but we made it there and found these red brick walls covered in dirt and grime.

starbucks was too beautiful and toasty when we escaped into it's warmth.

i would say more, but right now i'm pretty speechless and my mouth is too empty of words. maybe another time.

model: sophie condren

make up: fiona hepper

crystal white tear drops

we decided to treck to manchester in this crazy weather (keeping it in mind that we live in the moors and hills of the world). i forgot to charge my battery though, so this is all you get

we both got dresses and heels for our christmas party, i'm all excited now

outside is beautiful and covered - it's much more snowy now. the buses have stopped running and the taxi ranks have given in. it has stopped snowing now though. and the snow is laying peacefully under the yellow street lights just waiting to be broken into with a little pair of wellies or a struggling tyre