Nikita

Nikita

Digital painting is a pain in the *ss. Also, I think she looks like a tranny right now :/

Epic Dreamer

I had the most ... unnerving and at the same time very exhilarating dream last night. About dragons and people turning into dragons. Epic adventures and great love stories. I dreamt out an entire book and I can't recall more than the tiniest fragments. The weirdest part? The thing I remember most vividly was a sex scene between the heroin of the story and her male lover. Only I was that heroin and we were half dragons. Yes, people, Fantasy sex dreams and I just had one. I don't even want to think about what the fact that we were half animals implies. Yikes.

Don't hit me when I say this but it was actually quite beautiful. Two people () reunited after so long a separation falling into each others arms. *sigh* I'm such an incurable romantic fool. And you know, I shouldn't even be sharing this with anyone let alone the world wide web, but I'm actually curious as to what people will think. Also, I'm weirded out. Yes.

daddy

Five years come and gone. I know you'd be proud of me dad.

Today, I'm skipping school. I'm totally gonna stay at home and wallow in my own misery. My troath - it hurts so bad I want to cry from the frustration of it. Oh, but I already did that 8DDD. EVERY single time I swallow, which is like 6-7 times a minute, razors fucking course down the inside of my troath, shredding it to little pieces! Oh, I'm being dramatic am I? Indulge me! D:<' Pain makes me mean ._________.

So. No school. Instead. I'm making this:



And yes, I'm going to eat ALL of it. It's the ultimate prerogative of a sickling (other than making nice people do your bidding). And that would be me!

So the agenda of today is as follows: lots of chocolate cake, aaaand this:



Both cake and entertainment was recommended to me by my dear friend Matilda.

My throat is killing me, and not very softly at all! I feel like a throttle-attempt survivor. Ouch :( Mum, being the wise creature that mums usually are, told me to call vårdcentralen. I think I will because this is hell.

More importantly, however is that today I officially got started on my final project in school! Exciting, right? (or so I tell myself)

I have 10 models and roughly a month to shoot, airbrush, develop and assemble it all into a neat portfolio. Not to mention the many hours of painful looking-through-hundreds-of-photos-and-wrestling-with-self-over-which-ones-to-choose that I can now look forward to. I detest it :( very much.

But it isn't all bad. I actually had a lot of doubts as to whether the technical aspects of this would work. I mean, I have the finished picture in my head, but as we all know my head doesn't really compare with the outside world. It's that rundown motel you just don't want to check into.

Okay, enough of the fluffy talk. This is Ellen; my very beautiful, very talented and very brave friend. Being the first one out, she had to endure all the difficult stuff. She actually had to be the one to calm me down - and I'm the photographer. For that, I am grateful. I've never shot with her before and I'm surprised at how well it went. Usually it takes a couple of shoots before photographer and model find a place where they're comfortable. But this being something I'm actually trying to avoid this time, I think that shortened the process somewhat. I'm so mean <3

These are just some of the many great shots we got today. In the end, I have to narrow it down to 2 pictures a model, but since I'm somewhat of a procrastinate genius, I'm leaving that for later. Hah.

Photoshop skillz not quite

A couple of pics I had a quick go at in PS. Will probably redo because patience level is at zero right now. Anyone had one of those days when everything just goes wrong and suddenly your life seems in need of some serious airbrushing? Who am I kidding - of course you do! However, I really wanted to write something here, even though my mood totally crashed somewhere in between tolerable and go-fuck-yourself-land.