I've already broken the agreement between the lovely people at Google Ads and posted nude content, which is apparently offensive and something can become obsessed with so it's thus unfair to pay me the some hundred dollars my blog has earned for half a million views and sharing my website space with companies... But whatever. Now I'm free to post things that make the female body beautiful such as this serene forest setting of a queen indulging in cigarette stick- the one suggestion of western influence and corruption in an otherwise natural and peaceful setting. I don't really think the bracelet or jewelry in general is evil and corrupting, just a way of self decoration common across all of gods creation. The closed eyes of the model make the tame drug seem all the more indulgent, but I'm adamant that I'm not missing out on anything special.
she has such a distinctive style when across all her works no matter what effects she uses, possibly due to the same camera (I'm absolutely out of touch with this realm since I haven't picked up any of my own equipment since last year...) but black or white, soft focus or sharp with precision or duplicated they all look stunning. They are all marginally more magnificent then I could ever imagined photography could get with a very distinctive youthful and feminine influence of vintage America and the suburbs, it's like parallel to Tim Burton, a teenage boy full of angst and dark scribbling drawings which were eventually crafted into live film ideas. Now it's the age ruled by ladies and the world they envision is full of fake eyelashes as well as primly curled hairs and knee high socks- wicked.
If there's one thing I've been missing lately in my life, it's the company of girls in a girl gang who prowl around the streets at sunset and dusk in fabulous costume. I spy, a Christopher Kane alligator printed muscle tank on the right, as well as a stunning fluffy pink jacket to the left (I've been searching all over for wildly colored faux fur jackets such as blue and pink everywhere to no avail) do this combines some of what I love together nicely. Also they a subtle portrayal of how important it is that girls hang about together when going out and, as much as I hate to stay it, the night isn't always safe for a lone lady so look after each other. I personally like to disguise myself with motorcycle silver rings and other tough Jewellery such as fire lighter holder necklaces and leather jackets to hide my vulnerability when venturing off into the night.
Ye Gods I've been utterly obsessed with silver Dr Martens as of late, and with such a wondrous creation of color as well as the party scene which I so thoroughly detest, can you blame me? I've never seen a urinal in real life, for the obvious reason that I'm a woman and I'm also not a janitor of any kind, but the graffiti seems roughly the same that you can encounter in any public restroom with perhaps just a few more tags. As well as step-like pedestals that are probably crawling with germs being the main difference between gender of bathrooms, but when you wear a jelly bean printed skirt and two tone leggings you're probably off in a world of your own anyway. I can only dream of what the top half of this outfit looks like, a fairy wand would make a lovely appearance in their I'm sure.
*All photographs are the property of Petra Collins; I merely worship her (did I say that out loud!?)