the worst pies in london

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Okay, so. So. Let me first stipulate that I’m not in love with how these photos turned out. I’d meant to do a full kitchen/razor/rolling-pin thing, but the walls in my kitchen capture light in a grainy way that gives photos that “taken with a webcam” look. The outdoor ones turned out fine, but they weren’t as true to the spirit of the character. Oh fucking well. Someday soon I’ll find a better kitchen backdrop and make Josh play my Sweeney Todd, because…

…even though the photos are mediocre, I LOOOVE this costume. For real. I don’t remember the last time I felt sexier. Post-shoot, I kept the corset laced until my lungs cried mercy. I just…I love this outfit, okay? It’s Victori-goth, but it’s got that unquestionable rockabilly something-something. Plus, I mean, corset.

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This is my first actual bona-fide NOT-A-BUSTIER corset. $12 at Battery Street Jeans, baby. It was the last piece I needed to play my favorite theatrical leading lady. And play her I did. (One day, mark my words, I’ll play Mrs. Lovett for real. Just you wait. I know all her songs anyway.)

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