angry flowers

haven't posted an outfit picture since, like, forever. so here you go.

also: do you have a blog & have i taken your picture? if so, let me know and you'll be added to my blogroll.

free curves #3

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and here you have, another set of curves! at first march was going to be cold and dark, but instead i decided to share these colours instead, inspired by the desert and the beduins.
unfortunately i didn't have any time to create any other sample pictures, but i believe the original does the job. :]
past curves: february and january 

sneak peek

so we had this totally badass shoot today. 

more will follow.

photography & retouching: siiri kumari

models: silver uibo, maarja koovit, johanna taiger

mua & hair: kristin roovet

wardrobe: sarah lill & foxy vintage

and sweet thanks to meriliis for her amazing kitchen.

the night lights: with m

early morning on my street

after another eight hours spent at the lovely gas station i decided to check out the apartment i'll be using for my sunday 60s shoot - i found m (and a lovely bottle of wine) from a local mall and then we proceeded to her tiny home, filled with pale yellow light and huge cardboard boxes. i helped her unpack and we sat on her kitchen floor, smoking golden marlboros (given to me by a kind client for free) and talking about the past. it's amazing how people can change in a few years. we've both grown up, at least somewhat.

old books in m's new room

she picked out her favourite books and i opened them at random pages to read beautiful poetry. we'd laugh at old lovers and strange words and with every breath i felt more and more inspired by this small space, the old bookshelf and the paintings on the walls. it's been a while since i met another photographer, and she's good at it. damn good.

tea cups with white polka dots

i somehow managed to melt her water heater (there you go, can't even boil water without ruining the kitchen) and then lover came too and we'd sat on her large armchairs, with smoke flowing from our lips like huge grey rivers, into the darkness of the night, with the mighty city bustling behind the window glass.
it was quiet and it felt like home, the kind of home i've always wanted.

m's shoulder and hair

and finally, there is a big shoot coming up this sunday. i don't think i've ever organized and coordinated something so huge; with such a large team and so many models. if everything goes well, you'll get to see the results in a week or so - until then, put on your hipster glasses and rock to elvis.

m's photo blog

the graveyard girl

...i believe this describes quite accurately how night shifts alone feel like.

the city of angels, part two (winter)

the city of angels, at night

i have a favourite city. i arrived there on monday, into the ocean of bright lights and tender snow. i walked on the quiet evening streets, over the frozen river, covered with footprints and sledge tracks. i sat down with my friends and played a fierce game of alias (my team won). i believe this was the night when i realized that i'm truly home. with the people who love me, no matter what i do or where i am. these five months abroad haven't changed anything between us. i can't help - i really adore this city

nikon f70 + jupiter 135mm

m gave me his old camera, a nikon f70 (eats 35mm film) + 35-80mm zoom lens (the photo is taken with this lens). i haven't had a chance to try it out yet, but i promise to do so asap. i'm lucky to have a mount adapter for my soviet lens - they can all be used with this camera, so i'm hoping to get some nice images.

(m, fyi the autofocus is not so bad at all. it works nice on my digital slr and the only strange part is the noise the lens makes while focusing.)

emilia in her beautiful winter coat

i also stumbled upon this sexy bitch my summer lingerie model who was wearing a nice camel coat - i couldn't resist taking her picture. as soon as she approves the rest, i'm going to post them here as well so that you can see. until that, enjoy this preview. :]

faust und birgitta

whole shoot on flickr for quality whores like me: click

yesterday i got a call from my wolf-eyed friend birgitta who proposed a victorian gothic shoot with goethe's faust. this morning she came over, put on her mother's huge lacy dress and we proceeded to a graveyard.

most of the photos were shot with a manual jupiter lens (135mm f3.5) and were later edited with a combination of milano & prague curves.

the shoot only lasted for 15 minutes which makes it my shortest session ever - but it was so cold! i'm still looking for nice indoor locations to shoot during these winter months. any help is always welcome.
i also hope that you like these images.

hair stylists

hair styled by kristin roovet @ bazinga; makeup: bb cream by innisfree; eyeliner and mascara: natural collection by boots; honey eyeshadow (used as a blush) by tru minerals

after months of searching i have finally found a hair stylist for my photo team - they are extremely hard to find and i have very high expectations. i met kristin through a long-haired lolita friend some time ago, but now we have finally teamed up and a vintage editorial is about to happen in the next few weeks.

a good hairdresser is almost like an unicorn. they are rare. sometimes you find one and then they suddenly move to another city or, even worse, are replaced by a friendly newbie who gives you a nice mullet or dyes your hair green by accident. fortunately this girl knows what she's doing.

the best part? - her hair salon happens to be just five minutes from my house. >> bazinga
welcome to the team, kristin.

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suggested by a friend as the ultimate make-up solution - and i completely agree. it's non-irritating, subtle yet perfectly covering. it has green tea in it and a fair amount of sun protection (the girls with fair skin will definitely be happy). at first i thought i would use it as a foundation, but really, it's good enough alone.

i'm using the lightest shade which looked very dark on my hand at first, but when blended in, there's no difference in colours. i only add a hint of honey on my cheeks and that's it. :)

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and at once i knew i was not magnificent

strayed above the highway aisle

jagged vacant, thick without us

i could see for miles, miles, miles

bon iver - holocene

winter music

the silver lights

my best friend took this picture.

he has the ultimate ability of actually photographing me the way i really am. as if he could see where my thoughts are and what i'm scared of and what makes me happy. he knows my darkest parts and yet there is so much light when i see the results on the camera screen. like he really knows what he's doing. 

walking into the depths of my mind and bringing out the good in me. 

i can only hope that one day my photographs of other people will be as alive as this one here. 

home

the view from my window, with my pale yellow kindergarten

kodu. home. the smell of frost and snow. my friends keep whining how cold it is, but i'm loving it. every time my skin becomes numb and every time i breathe the crisp winter air i remember how it feels to be here. it's an inexplicable feeling. and i never want it to end.

yesterday two darlings came over with wine and the best blue cheese i have ever eaten. we would just sit on my childhood bed and talk about everything. i sunk into these memories of summer and it felt like i had never gone away at all. i am the luckiest person in the world to have friends like them.

birgitta, a very dirty-minded wine glass and some hot blonde guy

a lot of things are still in the same place where i left them. with the exception of a horrible new carpet in my room, everything feels the same. the golden afternoon light (the advantages of living on the 9th floor), the view from my balcony, the pink wallpaper that i used to hate. it's all torn and ugly now.

i don't know yet what's going to happen next. we have left nottingham for good, but my heart is still stretching out to london and i got an interview at westminster's. p got an offer from exeter. the education here is quite questionable and england has all the amazing opportunities, but i'm not happy there. homesickness is a terrible thing and i don't really want to feel it anymore.

me on the first afternoon at home. edited with the milano curve 

however, you know what they say: if there aren't any opportunities, you create them. 

and i promise you, i will.