I helped my friend create this movie based on society and the perception of beauty. All the editing and creating was done by her, but I played the small part of the victimized ‘Matilda’.
Obviously it carries a serious and saddening message, but it was fun to be a part of it and share my passion of makeup artistry with her.
My friends had a joint 21st Disney-No-Princess Party.
Hercules was one of those films I was convinced I’d seen… I hadn’t. It is now one of my favourite Disneys.
The wings are made from papier maché, bed sheet,
a LOT of glitter, elastic and cardboard tubing. They are my pride and joy!
The tail is leftover bed sheet, stuffed with bed sheet and paper and painted with acrylic and glitter.
(I’m not sure if the blue hair spray was a gargantuan mistake, because I love the colour. Too much.)
Incidentally, life is so much better with wings.
In light of Marvel’s The Avengers, I was invited to my friend’s 21st superhero party last week. I’ve been wanting to body-paint myself up for a while, now. This was the opportunity I’d been waiting for.
I contoured my ribs, six pack, triceps, biceps etc. etc. and was quite pleased with the result, and the paint came off a lot easier than I thought (I was expecting to look ill for a while longer)!
Anyhoo, I edited this movie poster (I’m
Ironman The Hulk… see?).
I saw the film yesterday and it blew. My. Mind. I cannot WAIT to see it again, but until then, I have been satiating my Marvel-thirst by watching all the lead-up films. Excellent use of time.
"So evil, even her hair’s two-faced."
I’m 21 now. For my birthday, I got all my friends to dress as dalmatians, and, clearly, I adopted the role of Cruella. Terrifying lady. It was chaotic insanity. I decorated my white kitchen in black spots (which will stay up for the rest of the year).
Yes; everything I wore was in my wardrobe already. I lined the fur in red and attached the train and shoulder pieces to a gorgeous little Miss Selfridge number, the dress came from an amazing shop that sadly closed down, and the boots are Moda in Pelle: Once my mother’s. They were unworn.
My gloves are DISGUSTING. It evades me how women actually live with nails that long. Talonted. (Ithankyou.) I bought some of the ‘orrible things, painted them, and stuck them to the gloves.
Picture on the left: My university flat has a cardboard cutout of Harry Potter. It was only fair to include him in the festivities.
Picture on the right: My brilliant friend has an app on her camera. It pleases me. (‘Cruella gone global’, she says.)
Oh, and I made the ‘House of DeVil' sign too. It now faces outwards from our kitchen window. Passers by look up quizzically. I hope it stays there furrrrever.
I love this outfit. It’s quite cheeky but still smart!
The cropped jacket
was is my mother’s. It’s all lovely and velvet, and here I’ve just rolled the sleeves up a bit.
The bandeau is from Primark, just tucked into my undergarment.
The skirt was a good sale-find from Topshop. I’d advise getting it in a couple of sizes smaller than usual, I know that sounds mad, but it has stretched quite quickly and I haven’t had it long. (I definitely wouldn’t have bought it at full price.) But I do love the colour.
were are my sister’s. I believe Dorothy Perkins provided them, a few years ago.
Again, the necklace was in the sale at Topshop. I’d been dying to wear it, and I think it subtley ‘camouflages’ how much skin you have on show.
I really wanted to wear pale pink lips, so the smokey eyes worked well to compliment them. (I would have toned down the eyes if the lipstick was darker.)
I tied my hair in a loose, messy plat to the side, and pinned a section up behind my ear to add a punky twist.