this is a literal example of the process behind the hyper-reality. Lesa was kind enough to pose for the 5th installment of my ongoing horoscope narrative, here representing Leo.
Ulorin was gracious to drive to london from far away in order to shoot with me. I think mostly because she intended to steal Robert’s hair pieces and elope with them to Cocomo, but I’ve been wrong before.
I was fortunate to shoot in an incredible metal working studio by Joe, the resident maestro, and Rachel, the wardrobe stylist and a reincarnated WWII paratrooper. If you plan on a jaunt to burning man this year, you will get to see some of joe’s masterful pieces in action. Hair and make up by christian and bea, hotness courtesy of kumi, nell and kate.
Anyone clever enough to meet Nell face to face should insist she stick her tongue out as far as possible, photograph it, and send me the images. Please!
The moment all seemed lost, she is rescued by the demon Denver Barbados. Though initially wary of the motives of her would be savior, known to be the illegitimate adopted daughter of the Grandest Demon Ouchless Tumor, the Marquess was nonetheless won over by her magpie love of brassy accessories and horns. She felt safe crushed against the armored bosom of Barbados.
The Demon Barbados demanded payment for the timely rescue of the royal personage, and only one would suffice. All royals carry within them a hand crafted wooden soul, made by the finest Balinese sculptors, as a better than average replacement for an actual one….forged in the nethers of Queen Babs Downey Jr, the soul was the Marquess’ only link between the realm of the Living, and compelling puppet theatre.
Her pantomime soul finally lost to the Demon Barbados, the Marquess Oasis de Cameltoe suffers the ultimate penalty for her faith in wire and bits; pushed from the precipice into a void of carbon darkness where lurks the most fearful, lurky mystery accessory of them all. 1970’s David Bowie’s Codpiece.
To be continued………..
