Models, Monster, Minnie and Me: uh-oh

Yeah, I know, I failed at blogging yet again. What can I say? It's been a long, somewhat turbulent, somewhat strange, somewhat awesome, summer. And with all that my blogging skills fell somewhere by the wayside. It's on me kitties, and I'm gonna make up for it as best I know how.... which is...ummm... by drinking and sharing my general awkwardness and tomfoolery I suppose.

So let's see... what went down this summer.... There was the usual amount (by usual I obviously mean overtly excessive) of debauchery and mayhem- drunken shenanigans, festival shenanigans, naked drunk pool shenanigans, awkward drunk shenanigans - all things considered there were a bucketload of shenanigans all round.

A general overview of said shenanigans (while still attempting to be somewhat discreet so as not to completely shame any naughty accomplices) -

Went festivalling in Brux with my wonderful godsister &co.

Yes...i wore a backpack. lets not talk about it

day one, hour one - off to a brilliant start

We are gangsta posers with random new friends

Massssssive baguettttes. hubba.

And I saw Beirut play, so now my life is complete.

and back to Brussels for sunshine and more food/alcohol/silly times.

Then the rest of july was a carefree medley of worky times, drinky times, silly times, and some other times -

Minnie is clearly not impressed with my job.

I now have a baby donkey named after me.

Did a Cosmopolitan editorial for September, and finally used this cool location that I've been wanting to shoot at for years. (the issue is out now if anyone cares to see the finished product of my blood, sweat and tears)

my little elzy doing awesome make ups.

Panny pants being a moody photographer

pretty model

Some mandatory silly behaviours.

Cosmo teaaam!

Had some ridonkulously messy drunken silly fun in P-town (commonly known as protaras). Which encompassed everything from Lady gaga, to potential bar brawls, welsh dj's, red indian chiefs, 80's power slide injuries, and everything in between...