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On Monday I spirited away to Montpelier for a totally impromptu shoot with Brent. He messaged me on Facebook, and forty minutes later I was on the bus, because why the hell not? Brent and I have worked together on and off for three and a half years now, almost as long as I’ve been…

danica in daguerrotype

I took these photos of Danica almost six months ago now and promptly forgot about them, likely due to the bucket of sangria that concluded our shoot. I found them a couple days ago, edited them up, and here you are! (Yes, the Victrola is actually hers. How cool is that?) 

i’m officially writing a novel

Title says it all, really. I know I talked a big game about said novel just a few posts ago, but I’m someone who tends to work in fits and starts. Or, more precisely, one big start and then a series of little fits until the whole project tapers. It’s hard for me to finish…

war’s end

This dress, every ’40s-fabulous inch, was twenty dollars. Twenty. I’m not sure how I ended up on a WWII reenactor site, but I’m not complaining. This beauty was right there on the front page, in my exact size. Every dot seemed a tiny eyeball, winking at me until the seduction proved overpowering. May I repeat:…

myrmidons & maenads

I’ve been fascinated by Francesca Woodman lately. I sort of want to be her, minus the existential depression and early death. (But if depression and death are the price for creating work like this…I might pay it.) This is my (amateur, digital) tribute to her short career.

patchwork imp

Jumping on my own “masked creatures in the woods” bandwagon. I could get used to this. Dress: vintage, via Rusty Zipper Cape: from a friend Mask: Earthbound Trading Everything else: thrifted

wine & dine

Last week, Jenna from Fairmont Hotels contacted me about seeing my best take on a “wine & dine me” outfit. Her branch, in San Jose, CA, is hosting a dinner-and-drinks event this month, and she said she’d like to get a few bloggers’ takes on elegance for inspiration. Now, I should mention that 1) I…

beluga, sevruga, come winds of the caspian sea

With her pervasive purpleness and queenly affect, Holly doesn’t need a lot of prep to become Ursula. I’ve been wondering for a while, though: where is the line between an artistically altered image – a blending of photography with other elements of storytelling – and an image that’s straight-up overshopped? I know badly ‘shopped pictures…

this isn’t my actual halloween look

I want that well and truly known. I still have a real costume coming to you sometime this week. These were just a few pictures I grabbed on-site at our haunt, between the Saturday matinee and the evening show. And then decided to make super-duper aggressively kitschy, because when else do I have a seasonally…

ride with the moon in the dead of night

I’m halfway done with shows, and I’ve had five precious days off! We start our second run tomorrow night, but I’m at least sort of rested this time. And I was free enough to have a photo day with Holly this past Sunday. Did you know that Ethan Allen is buried less than a mile…

hell week

I am inordinately pleased that it’s not just my local theater crowd that calls it that. Even Wikipedia says so. And hellish it is. I ate Wendy’s last night. Wendy’s. We open in two days, but at least I got a visit to my little mountain hometown this weekend. I always move a little slower,…

incantatrix

It’s Latin for “sorceress”. One day I’ll tattoo it on my right arm, my wand arm, and look down at it and smile. …and one more, because I fell into the river while taking these and the camera went off at the exact right moment: