Since my last life post, my grandma moved in with us and my sister moved into my room. This was at the beginning of June, and has been better and worse than I expected. I’ve barely had to fight for time alone since my parents rearranged the furniture in the living room and fixed the armchairs, but nights… oh, nights. I don’t want to hash it all out again, as I rant about it every morning because it happens every night, so let’s sum it up by saying that my sister won’t let me sleep at night — sometimes literally, to the point that I can’t manage to fall asleep until sunrise — and it’s taken a massive toll on me. I am a zombie, if a zombie couldn’t even gather the strength to eat brains and relied on wine for short bursts of energy to get the bare minimum done.
I always intended to get the hell out of here as soon as my sister moved in because we do not get along as roommates at all; I’m always compromising and I need too much alone time; she wants things however she likes and doesn’t care for the needs of others. I get frustrated easily, and she gets mad and cruel easily. It’s a recipe for disaster, however well we were getting along back in May before we had to share a room. Long story short, my grandma only stays with us six months, then six months with my aunt, then three-six with my other aunt, then back here for six months. So I wanted to be out of here for as much of the six months as possible.
Unfortunately I am still not rich and famous, and certain essential tech decided to die on me, and I wasn’t going to travel without a fucking camera. That’s just wrong. So my escape begins on Tuesday, and is planned as far as September 12 — after which we’ll see where the hell I go. If I’m fleeing so I can sleep like a normal person who needs these basics to function, hopefully my bare minimum will start going back up again. But my priority right now is taking care of myself, and to that end I’m taking on very little these months — continuing to work on the media kit templates if I can, pitching, maybe blogging, and piling on shoots, because photography only feels like work when I have so much else to do that I can’t bring myself to prioritize editing it, and I fall behind and end up hating every shot.
THE IMPORTANT BIT
Anyway — so I’m booking shoots in London, mostly between July 22 and July 27, but I’ve also got some space between July 29 and August 6 — I’ll just be coming from Taplow, so a bit more of a trek (or you can come to me). I set up a Calendly where you can book me, and please do! £80 gets you an hourshoot, up to three outfits; you can split the hour/cost with up to three people if you’re all fashion bloggers and want to do an outfit each. Alternatively you can book a 30-minute mini shoot, up to 2 outfits, for £50. Payment needs to be upfront and we’ll discuss the location.
After that I’m off to Tallinn to basically live with my best friend for a month. My priority once again is self-care. But if you wanna book a shoot there, or in Helsinki since I’ll probably head over at least once, just shoot me a message somewhere. Twitter works nicely.
There are more things I could tell you, about my phone breaking and my sister getting a hamster called Pelusa and finishing a Squarespace website and starting Pretty Little Liars from the beginning again, but it’s taken me two weeks to get this much written, and I’m starting to feel tired again. I’ll let a few pictures tell it.
Anyway. Book me. Tell people. Let me photograph some pretty faces.