Thursday, 9 February 2012

Taffeta - a photo story

This is another in my occasional series of photo stories completed with the gorgeous Ellen, who has previously dressed up as characters that include a zombie and a rather inebriated member of the aristocracy....

Taffeta


I’m sure that I hardly need to retell the macabre story of Lady Sienna Taffeta – nicknamed ‘Snow White’ by the tabloids as they dusted the fingerprints off every detail of her life, right down to the white dress she was wearing on the day she was ‘lost’ in the woods. But perhaps it bears mentioning that the reason for that vividly recounted incident started with a photo. A small, black and white over-exposed snap in the Royal Mirror of a girl with delicate features and a starburst tiara, with the caption: “Is this the fairest of them all?”  The hollow question triggered indescribable, psychotic rage in Sienna’s stepmother Queen Frustra. Rage so great that the tabloids circled like seagulls around the sordid transactions that followed: the hiring of a swift dispatch; the shocking survival and the dramatic rescue. The pages shimmered with hyperbole. The Royal Mirror vied with ‘Oi!’ and ‘Good Day!’ to offer dizzying fees for exclusive photos of the eagerly anticipated wedding with the charming hero – a young prince who combined his royal duties with modeling and DJing at exclusive events. Then the shock - the sudden severing of the fairytale. Ms. Taffeta (it was reported) had run away!  She had disappeared from the arched eyebrow of the media with only a suitcase and a pair of buttoned boots.


If Sienna had wanted to ‘tell all’, then the truth would have been brutal:
“Prince was just in the right place at the right time. He stumbled across that silly glass coffin of mine. Quite literally. Fell into it. That kiss was purely accidental. In return he expects absolute adoration.” She could picture the trajectory - just a photogenic face that could rest on his shoulder and stroke his fringe when he suffered from chronic self-doubt.

Two events fuelled the escape. The first was an unflattering image of Sienna in a bikini on a front page, complete with an editorial of gleeful concern about her ‘already fluctuating weight’. The second was meeting Prince’s parents, in an enforced weekend of photo opportunities. She measured her way through the first evening, counting each breath and blink steadily. She smiled whilst mentally packing a trunk. However, in the skittering chaos of her small window of opportunity (and an even smaller window to fit through), she made a mistake. Instead of the practical necessities – soft knitted jumpers, oilskins, sensible boots – several train rides later she found herself pulling out pastel dresses and purple gloves with dismay. No comforting copies of Angela Carter or Carol Ann Duffy among the puddle of lace and froth. No cooking pot or grille pinched from the over-staffed kitchen of her almost-parents-in-law (that possibility sent a spasm through her gut). No newly sharpened Swiss Army pen-knife.


At least these woods were as well known to her as a sister – the temperaments of the wind and the characteristics of each tree being predictable, safe. It was nice to fend for herself without the hassle of seven small, irascible men to cook and clean for. That time had been so far from independent she had been almost grateful for the rather deadly after effects of that sickly, lipstick-red apple cocktail. Now she could pull her grey cloak around her neck, and listen to the unexpected echoes of birds. It would be easy enough to make a den, weaving the branched walls with leaves and bracken. The luggage would be unpacked, perhaps hung on whittled hooks, and stored in stony corners.


It was a brittle winter – the trees wet green in the mornings as light coloured the sky. Water was fetched from the nearby stream, where Sienna would check her traps. Her diet was mainly composed of pheasants, turnips and winter beets scavenged from the fields around. Fruit was a luxury of summer, to be anticipated. Gradually she stopped tensing her shoulders and snapping her head at the hacking cough of faraway tractors. She pottered, layering all her clothes to keep warm, looking after the fire pit – supplying handfuls of twigs that sparked and crackled in the heat. Her purple tinted hair stuck out from under the floral fascinator; she curled her toes in the mud-crusted boots. 


Somewhere, a prince was slouching on a throne – yellow velvet, with gold tassels. Tapping his manicured nails, he gave curt one-liners to the journalists lining up to ask him about his latest perfume – ‘Heartbreak’ – and sent them scurrying through the large doors. Sixty miles away, Sienna ducked out of her shelter’s hidden entrance. The air was as crisp as a paper bag, and ready to fold itself around whatever she decided to do. She might listen to the squeak of her steps in snow, while drinking coffee (the only small luxury that had successfully survived her flight from Mansion Avenues). She could sink down into the iced grass and think about the book she had rescued from a train station rubbish bin. Or she could visit her favourite tree - a dependable green fir that she could sit on and survey her domain. It truly was majestic. 





30 comments:

Lydia said...

I love your story posts! The part about her fluctuating weight tabloid story was hilarious. And I am in love with the layers of this outfit--- this looks so fantastic.

Rosa Fay said...

A modern-day fairytale beautifully written. Enchanting to read! The pictures are fabulous and that outfit...!

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Closet Fashionista said...

I LOVE this story!!! I wish I was as talented as you, haha... The photos are amazing as well, the outfit is so cool
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Natalie Suarez said...

super beautiful!! i love this :)

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Raez said...

Absolutely beautiful photographs accompanied by a magical and quirky story! I really enjoyed the juxtaposition of the classical fairytale with the modern hollywood starlet lifestyle, it was funny and sweet! I love these types of posts and expect nothing less of fantastic from your creative mind :)

And thank you, I did have a great holiday!
xx Raez

Stephanie Hoff Clayton said...

"Queen Frustra", haha! Love it, Roz!
Lovely ensemble you're styled here. All those beautifully wrinkled layers and pretty colors...

Polka Princess said...

Your way of story telling is always so beautiful, my dear.....smooth & flowing, yet so enthralling & interesting.....I'm ever inspired! :)

And of course, such fabulous pictures too... <3

Emily M. said...

Oh wow!How come I didnt find your blog beforre!This one's gonna be my favorite!And the clothes and the WHOLE post...Aww man,you're too cool.Im 13 and I draw fashion designs,I'd be really...'honored'If you see it!

ylenia said...

Lovely photos, look like a fairy tale set!
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Pearl said...

Your blog is fab. I'm extremely jealous that I did not come up with the idea first.. So be a gem and promote mine? I've only just started it :)

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Katrina said...

I absolutely love the story and the perfect photos - the outfit is simply gorgeous. Feels just like a fairy tale)

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*sunday* said...

you guys must've been freezing! i had to cancel a shoot today just because the weather is not just mildly uncomfortable.. but blatantly unbearable

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Zorian said...

Beautiful photos. I love the styling. I love the mood that you created.

Vix said...

Wonderful post, Roz! Your humour and personality shine through your writing, I love it.
Those buttoned boots make my heart skip a beat! x
PS A catsuit with trousers and a coat is a toileting nightmare, at least I'm not at a festival negotiating a portaloo.

staklene bombone said...

great details. the grunge-victorian style rocks! :)

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Fashionistable said...

You are a most wonderful story teller both in words and pictures. Xxxx

SabinePsynopsis said...

What a hilariously wonderful interpretation of Lady Taffeta/Snow White. So adore the hues the Lady is wearing. XO

The Foolish Aesthete said...

Delightfully written and your friend is resplendent as Lady Taffeta -- quite recovered from being inebriated in posts past! I love that starburst tiara and those purple Victorian boots (where ever did you find those?). If you ever veer from a career in fashion or photography, you really ought to consider one in creative writing!

Oh, have you finished "Bleak House?" It's on my list to get a beautiful, old, hardback edition but I haven't made it to a second-hand bookshop recently. But with Dickens' bicentennial, I couldn't wait so I did what I always never do -- I watched the BBC series on it prior to reading the text! It was gripping, and I was telling my husband that Dickens' characterizations are like Shakespeare's. Timelessly accurate and can be transferred to any era. Anyway, I had already finished re-reading "Copperfield" and the Bleak House series got me interested in the unfinished "Edward Drood", another dark tale of his.

100%soie said...

lovely story and beautiful model !! Her outfit is just stunning ! I love your blog so much !

Tela de AraƱa said...

...sometimes I wish to be like Lady Sienna Teffeta, and loose myself in the forest...
Lovely dress-up. Very nice shocks and boots.

sorelle in style said...

I've never heard the story of Lady Sienna! Thank you for introducing me to it - these photos are simply lovely! :)

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San said...

Stunning, Awesome, Fantastic. Wonderful storytelling, pictures and styling.

Love it.

Have a great week.

Fashion Tales.... said...

Always so beautiful, and charming with your tales, and with great humour. I love these images very much.

Hope Adela Pasztor said...

I love your picture stories, oh ever lovely Rosiland! Such a unique concept, perfectly melding the arts of literature, photography, and fashion. Hope you had a beautiful Valentine's Day! =)

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Fashion, Art and other fancies said...

Beautifully written and hilariously delightful. What charm you have coupled with your talent for creative writing always brings me back here, to you.

Kiwi Ivashkov said...

So beautiful! I blinked a couple of times, before I caught onto the story. Hehe. Love it, those boots are so pretty! And the first picture is gorgeous!! <3

KM said...

Love love love the black lace up boots x

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