Aaaaand... Work. Work. Work.

Okay so I'm all fat and happy, now it's back to my vile schemes of shallow world domination.

Wednesday we're (meaning Catharina G., Dieuwertje H. and me) shooting. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere with 4 blonde chicks from some sect. Rather disconcerting. Still have to 'develop' some looks for it. Will do tomorrow.

Last thursday I assisted Yokaw at a shoot. She said she 'needed' me to help out put the stuff on 5 male models. Ofcourse I gladly helped her out, I'm keen to.. learn.
From what I could see on set the shots are gorgeous.. Will post result later, I took some shots with my phone but I then dropped that in the toilet after which my little niece took it swimming in her diet coke yesterday so I don't think the shots are salvagable much. Sadface.

Oh, and my Canon EOS 400D camera died.

I do believe I'm actually being sabotaged.

Christmas time.

Some awesome stuff coming up, but first I'm gonna stuff myself. So until then, here's a really cool picture.

Last lesson.

Was a repetition of everything we've done. And yeah that means a smokey eye.
I'm starting to fucking despise smokey eyes.

Thanks to my dear Joscha for sitting for me, sorry I had to turn you into some sun-depraved 90's goth. Loveyou xoxo.

Tense the fuck up!

So it's almost show-time. This sunday it's D-day. It's the .. end-exam, of sorts, of my make up school. This is all fine and dandy and I'm stoked as hell, but I just wish they'd tell me more. All I know is where to be and when. They refuse to tell who your model is or what the assignment is beforehand. Sure, exciting, and very reality-like, yet I can't help but dread the weight my bag's going to be. Seeing as I won't know what to expect I'll be dragging pretty much every little feather or pot of glitter I have along with me. Somewhere far and deep inside me I hear a little voice telling me that it's probably gonna be all natural with one of them damnedest smokey eyes as 'build up', but I think I'm wholeheartedly refusing to acknowledge that quite probable truth.

I'm stocking up on reserve-madness.



If you have no idea -> Go Aquacolour seems like a plausible plan to me.

Keep me in mind this sunday, folks.

BLEND Magazine x Justin Blyth of Them Thangs

If you're ever wondering where I get my 'inspiration' from.. it's pretty much this.

My friend Juse. He's awesome and so his blog is made of awesome and I'd be really fucked if it didn't exist. So there. Have this fancy feather up your arse, Juicykins.

Some shots of Hola Chola.

That I made myself.





I need to get me some bloody Photoshop. This shit ain't right.

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My roommate is one of the most awesome and original chicks on this planet and I'll do her make up everyday for the rest of my life if she'd want me to.