I can’t remember a time when I didn’t take photos of myself – I’ve always been the most convenient model, and photography’s been a huge part of rejecting what I’m supposed to believe about bodies & faces & hair, and embracing myself exactly as I am – weird quirks and all.
New colourful hair is always exciting, and as I managed to get mine done in January after a two year break, it was still relatively fresh when I turned the grand old age of 38 in February.
Here are my birthday portraits for 38, my first in Studio 27, featuring the tiara my amazing Mum got me for my 38th birthday, because she is brilliant and also embraces my weirdness.
I wonder what this year will bring?
PS Fancy your own magical portraits? Give me a shout and let’s see what we can create together!
