I won't hold my breath

Breathing plays a large role in our work -for me. I want our models to look like they’ve just exhaled, I love to watch them exhale. A lot of my blog post titles are about breath. We have a Breathless series –Kate and I holding our breath until our forehead or neck veins pop out.

It’s all quite abstract and malformed, but it’s there.

Kate and I were talking about it, and then we realized the funny play on words, to IN SPIRE, to breath in, then to exhale, put it back out there, changed.

I think it’s a common issue with people who run their own business –there’s a degree of isolation. You’re not going by the same clock that most everyone else is. You can leave the office, but it goes home with you, it’s just the nature of doing it yourself.

So Kate and I went out, to breath out, breath in, respire, inspire.

This is what transpired:

We needed a soundtrack, so I brought my new rubberised radio


Is it Noah's new ark? No, just a forlorn funicular.


Spot the pigeon...


This makes me think of sharks.


A tree is born.


Salt Mountain


Kate ponders her Kryptonite chastity belt.


This make me think of Cairo.


I'm not supposed to be eating cake.


That's me:


Now you can see the whole thing in motion:

It really looks like this

Where I'm from.



I am a firm believer that all one needs to be totally free in this life is a bike and a digital camera - preferably a tiny one (bike that is, the camera should be HUGE).

Love,
Kate

Such a pretty, you're a pretty, such a pretty girl

It's all in the eyes.




Today Kate and I are 'workin' on our bikes' (said in duder voice).

She bought a cute but pretty junky number that we're going to attempt to fix up a little. Then we're strapping the camera on, and shooting around town.

I have nothing else to say.

-Milla

I would hardly call this work.

But it was fun.

Maybe you had to be there?

-Mils

You must develop a complete disregard for where your abilities end.

The above title is from a clever little book I'm reading. It's the Art of War for creative businesses (or boxers, as the case may be).

So:

Crikey.

I was feeling good. Happy even. A good week:

-A lovely evening on the roof of the Soho House.

-A lazy day playing with Kate and Joe.



-Good sparring last night, kept it easy, not trying to kill anyone.

-Excited to spar today, continue my new practice of strong but calm pressure.

Everything’s good, then BLAM, hit my stupid foot on someone’s stupid elbow.

I tried to push through but I couldn’t stand on the foot.

So I excused myself, felt like a twat for having to. Then suddenly, without warning, no inkling whatsoever, as I’m icing my foot, I started to cry.



Couldn’t stop, all through the shower even.

That's the first time I've cried at school. I've felt like it, been on the verge of it, but never actually done it. Until today.

I'm fed up with fucking up.

Anyhoo. Video on the way, been having connection problems.



-Milla

There are many things that only Kate and I think are funny.

This is one of them:

Trees and Face Domination -there is a connection.

Environment day apparently:

I love this shit.

Chic Eco-transportation.




Kate and I had a special day yesterday. Actually, it's been a special week, and it's only Wednesday!

But yesterday, beautiful Joe came over, bronzed from his 30th birthday party in Tulum, Mexico.

We frolicked, ignited some paper products and made ART.

The video piece we're working on is WEIRD. We all got really spacey and deep in it.

Joe was amazing, totally inhabited the project. It's still in early stages but basically one of us photos him as the other videos him as one of us gives him extreme facial expressions to make.

Example:

"Joe, listen to me, do as I say, open your eyes really wide, wider, raise raise the eyebrows, up up up, hold it, now frown, pull your lips down, sad sad mouth, eyes wider, wider, keep your eyebrows up, now show your teeth, pull your lip up, frown, keep frowning, teeth, eyebrows up up, don't forget, hold it..."



It's like insane face domination.

Oh, speaking of which, my gorgeous, dream friend sent this:




-Milla