The Four Seasons
As Promised, here is the four seasons. Also the wedding dress I now posses and love dearly. Myself as Winter Queen. You can see other shots/seasons of this shoot over here and here.
Notes of this shoot:
1. Our Spring Queen disappeared on us, so I we got a replacement from another girl who was there, she and Spring King ended up looking like a adorable farming couple.
2. I want to murder that fucking hair pin for never staying in place no matter what I did!
3. I absolutely adore how well the Winter King and I complimented each other, we look so sombre and tragic together, like the cold really was in our bones and blood. Not so much bitter, as simply resigned, so withered. It's to the props of the photographer that so much mood came through, a feeling rather then a static image. This isn't just in my images, but in all the seasons, they really are beings to themselves.
"Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses."
I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
Photographers:
Idle Images | Darktrotsky
Darkbhudda | MM
WHAT IS THIS SILLINESS?!
Notes of this shoot:
1. Our Spring Queen disappeared on us, so I we got a replacement from another girl who was there, she and Spring King ended up looking like a adorable farming couple.
2. I want to murder that fucking hair pin for never staying in place no matter what I did!
3. I absolutely adore how well the Winter King and I complimented each other, we look so sombre and tragic together, like the cold really was in our bones and blood. Not so much bitter, as simply resigned, so withered. It's to the props of the photographer that so much mood came through, a feeling rather then a static image. This isn't just in my images, but in all the seasons, they really are beings to themselves.
"Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses."
I wish I was on yonder hill
'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill
And every tear would turn a mill
Is go dté tú mo mhuirnín slán
Photographers:
Idle Images | Darktrotsky
Darkbhudda | MM
WHAT IS THIS SILLINESS?!