Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Ice Queen at dusk
This shoot kind of follows on from the last post. In this one it was a very 'Ice Queen'-ish mood, and this reminded me of the White Witch from Narnia. So two different characters from C S Lewis' chronicles in consecutive posts! I made a snow throne (complete with icicles from decoration) this evening, which would have been so perfect for shooting with this outfit.. Never mind.
Unfortunately the light was already fading by the time we got outside. We had had to wait until there finally was a break in the snow so that it didn't get on the lens. My feet got thoroughly soaked and I was rather cold, but it was worth it! You may notice the strange looking lines seemingly coming out of my head in one photo. No, I was not trying to send thoughts by the power of telepathy, I was just very fortuitously standing in front of a telephone pole! I quite like the effect actually.
The long glittery skirt is a 'miss moneypenny' vintage seventies one that was bought from a charity shop. I love wearing floor length skirts, there is something so glamorous about them. While writing this I am currently wearing another one, with checkered white, grey and black squares on it. Longer skirts are quite a rare sight now, unless it is for evening- but I wear them all the time!
The white lace bodice, which has been featured before, was inherited from my great-grandmother. The amazing thing is that this bodice has been worn by four generations of women in our family, me being the latest. I find that clothes like these are definitely the most special.
The little woollen top with a collar underneath is a thrifted piece 'appropriated' from my mum. The silver shoes are Betty Jackson, also from a charity shop. They are one of those pairs that just tend to look so much better when worn- which unfortunately doesn't happen enough! The furry hat was bought in a Bristol charity shop a few weeks ago. The socks and long evening gloves were both for christmas. The necklace was inherited. The silver bangles are victorian, and the largest one was a present to my mum on her 21st birthday.
The beautiful brooch is vintage Christian Dior. Let me explain the story behind this gorgeous piece...
I have a big box under my bed filled with all my customising and sewing things. Scraps of fabric, netting, material and old junk jewellery. A lot of these pieces are inherited from my maternal great-grandmother who collected costume jewellery. I was given a shoe box of these things when I was about eight, and used a few bits and bobs over the years but never really took great notice of them. Then about a year ago I decided to clear out and looked through the contents. Stunned doesn't begin to describe it! There was this brooch, nestled among seventies plastic strings of beads and sixties minimal white necklaces. Most of the things have now been relocated into my permanent accessories collection, with this brooch taking pride of place!
I suppose I am very lucky with my inherited pieces, as both sides of the family are hoarders who kept everything! My paternal grandmother with her pieces from when she was an actress, my grand dad who kept all my great-granny's things, and my mum who is a former drama teacher ("Oooh, I'll get this fifties tea dress for 20p from a jumble sale because it might be useful in a play") and an avid thrift shopper!
I'd also like to say that I recently had my four hundreth follower! Thank you so much to every one of you who has taken the time to look at, comment or follow my blog. It really means a lot.