Thursday 31 May 2012

Tattooing orgy :D

Yesterday I did another crazy friend, should get a pic pronto.. We retouched the General, did a cactus on Ape and I did my own wedding ring.
This is how you do your own wedding ring (meant to appear as a piece of string tied around your finger :))
You do everyone else, then change the stuff, needles, gloves, dye, the lot... You prepare, take a few deep breaths... push the pedal... Nearly pass out with adrenaline... Try again... isn't working :// Ask hubby to bitch smack the bedidJesus out of you. NOW it's working. You get to it and get it over with :D And you're done with a wonderful, symbolic, personal, heartfelt new tattoo :D




Monday 28 May 2012

Laura K. test shot





Friday 25 May 2012

Claire











Backstage :)) For when people ask how you combine water and indoor photoshoot :)) I must have done something right on the road here. I toss cold water at beautiful women with swords for a living :))

The Zombie Monster warrior :)))


Klara of the Blades







 Blind justice :))

Thursday 24 May 2012

No need to stress Hokusai was unearthly good artist, but his Carp leaping up a cascade is sick... O.o
:))
*am mellow, but this is good mellow. Calm, resting variety. About where things are ready to pick up.



Steampunk in limbo

Okay, is it, like, really nuts to have profound feelings for a car?? To keep looking out of the window, maybe it'll just magically appear on the parking lot. Wanting to cry because the deep humming noise of it coming through the house passage just doesn't sound. Actually crying when seeing a similar car, remembering that Steampunk is broken? Is that completely stupid?

We drove to our honeymoon trip to Nordkapp with it. We drove hunting with it, we drove everywhere with it. It was a perfect car. It was perfect in winter, it was perfect on the highway, it was perfect in safety and comfort and formidability... It suited the General like armour. I love(d) everything about it. It was a perfect car. The dog loved it.

How crazy am I to really miss that stupid engine? We took such tender care of it and it took care of us. I can't stop thinking I do not want to be without it. I can't trust another car to keep us so safe (maybe a tractor or a small tank.). So very safe.
Some good news and so that The General is not the only one in the news...://
The first interview 8)))
It's mostly just about how hyper cool I am :OOOO


Tuesday 22 May 2012

The day I pissed my pants


         Now I understand why some people go into church and thank the Virgin or something or why they break out into a song and dance like crazy American Natives and make circles around a car….
        The day started so well. The past few days have been so nice. Hectic, but nice. Lotsa April-related various stuff going on, we travelled a bit, had great photoshoots, had loads of coffees with friends… This morning Ape went to Venice via train and I walked her to the station in the rain (though not before a sweet orgasm from naughty hubby, who enjoys making me late…) and I was talking to him like, literally, a MINUTE before the phone rang again. This time – his voice, his words… but something was wrong. At first I thought maybe he was joking about some woman having ran into him head-on, that's why he didn't pick up. But he couldn’t breathe. I hung up, my world turning into such a narrow tunnel vision I barely managed to put on the right shoes. Though I couldn’t find anyone over phone – people just weren’t picking up that very bloody moment. And I tried calling the General, but he could no longer talk. It was a small blessing I didn’t have a car of my own, because I would surely crash it – I nearly broke my phone in two - instead I asked a neighbour from a downstairs shop if he would drive me and he was beyond nice.
        Gen told me where the site would be and when I arrived to the school checkpoint, I just saw a few cars parked and thought, okay, few fender benders, that’ll be okay… And then we rounded the corner and saw the fire truck and the ambulance cars and the by-standers and the debris… Good grief, the debris… When I went to the bathroom later on in the hospital, I had realised I literally wetted my pants. I literally actually for realsies pissed myself.
        Running towards the mess I was half imagining the General will be walking around, helping the firemen get out the woman from the other car, but what I found instead was five men holding him together – supporting his neck with a neck-hold, doctors monitoring his heart, other men supporting his infusion… I ran close to him, and as soon as they told me to step back and I had to watch his pale, weak form – a lesser form I have even seen him in and I have seen him ill before – I began to spasm like a book-sample of a hysterical wife. I can’t begin to describe the impossible feeling of fear, dread, helplessness and horror and the Gt Gt Gt … noises coming from one’s throat. Firemen ordered me to calm down, because he wasn’t all that damaged, but still I tried to appear calm and reassuring and failed miserably. You could not mistake me for anything but the victim’s wife. His mum could only be his mum, even with his huntsman rifle that she was keeping safe. (An odd sight indeed.)
       The woman’s car was all over the place. There's a curve there with a strict speed limit, but locals just ignore it and today it rained. Even though he tried to avoid her as far as he could without rolling into the field, even with him slowing to a full stop almost immediately, she hit head on. She probably panicked and hit the breaks, which inevitably turns any vehicle into a cannon ball. I found our license plate 200 feet away amidst broken glass and bits of plastic. General’s mum was as scared as me, even more so as her husband was in a bad accident as well, when the General was born. And then they got the people out of the cars and I had to nag for them to allow me to come along and we got to the hospital, where, of course, it took HOURS to run all the tests. Luckily every single room he went into, sent him out with better and better news. His head, spine, limbs, heart, it was all fine. Internal organs were battered, but nothing ruptured, his chest was smacked, but nothing broken (the other woman was not so lucky. She probably won’t be walking upright for a while.) One thumb was damaged from the air-bag, but not seriously and he inhaled air-bag dust aplenty, but he was advised cough syrup after the chest pain subsides. Morphine was making him tranquil and horny. Eventually he even began to nag, which is always a great sign of the world being as it should be again. He was cold, chalk-white, sweating and trembling, but he was okay. Okay enough to be sent home. I started crying like a five year old all over again.See, right at the accident, just because you see someone walking and talking, doesn't mean they're not dead. It just mean their bodies don't realise it yet. The body will always want to leave the bad place and so adrenalin will keep it going for hours sometimes. That's why right now I keep waking him up every three minutes to make sure he's really okay. I have a great uncle who died from a morphine overdoes for Pete's sakes. He died when he and his wife were leaving the doctor who bandaged his burnt hand and the man fell asleep on the train, right next to his wife, and never woke up. Fuck that.

I love our car. I love it. I will not allow them to junkyard it lightly. It saved my husband’s life. If this is the toll of statistics – one bad industrial and one bad car accident every 40 years, so be it. But he is home safe now and I’m not letting him out of the house for ages. And people are being incredibly considerate – we’ve been getting calls and help from all around. Thank you, yo peeps. 

All in all this was a very good day. It could have been a very bad day. But it was a very good day. Thanks to one very good car. I love you, Steampunk.  

 Lady's car. She probably shouldn't have chosen this type of sedan to run into people.


Steampunk. That's why the report said one person was badly and one mildly injured.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ALL THE GODS OF LIFE AND TRAVEL. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, POOR, POOR CAR. IF THIS WAS THE PRICE WE PAY FOR WALKING OUT OF THE HOUSE, THAN THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU FOR TODAY.

AND NOBODY WILL EVER KNOW I LITERALLY PISSED MY PANTS WHEN I SAW WHAT THE FIELD AROUND THE ACCIDENT WAS LIKE. I MEAN, A LITTLE. LUCKILY IT WAS RAINING, SO PEOPLE COULDN'T TELL.

WHAT A DAY OF TEARS, PEE, RAIN AND ANTIFREEZE TODAY WAS...

BUT HE IS SAFE HOME NOW AND THAT'S ALL THAT EVER, REALLY EVER MATTERS. LOVE, LIFE. LOVE, LIFE. LOVE, LIFE.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU.

Monday 21 May 2012

Ape against a wall...

 This one looks like she's kissing Murphy... And I'm not even gonna go into the detail she has a poppy tattoo... O.o







The Fire and Ice photoshoot: some of ice



The Fire and Ice photoshoot: some of fire




April

Just like me to spend hours applying colour and then find the B&W most attractive :))


April some more ;)

 The Frida shoot :))


 Daylight and Dream shoot  (W/Tamy :)


 The Nepali Azca shoot



 Little queen being sent off to an aranged marriage :))