Category Archives: Photography


Sex, Drugs, & Rock’n’Roll

As many of you know, a few weeks ago I helped Molly and Dom Signs judge the Triptych competition. My apologies to everyone for not going around and commenting! but hopefully this Sinful Sunday, which you all inspired, will help make up for that.


Rope on Red

Einstein’s, Atlanta – 2013 At the Eroticon USA after-party. Rope by Graydancer. Photograph by Molly. Happiness by everyone.



Surrealish Sometimes the dark parts of myself are intangible; inexplicable, indescribable. In these moments all I can do is attempt to create something that feels similar, though it rarely makes intellectual or visual sense. Make of it what you will.


Broken Glass

Taken in the broken glass at the unfinished and desolate Windrush Hotel. With thanks to Molly and Signs for taking me there.


Rock from the Seaside

Daddy brought me rock from the seaside; I purchased polka dot panties; I re-dyed my hair bright red; I have a new chair in my dressing room; what exactly was I supposed to do if not play pin-up?


The Bruise

Daddy took me to the churchyard to kiss me. His lips took mine as they aren’t supposed to; devoured my mouth. Pulled my head back, and dipped into me. Shook me with the shame. It wasn’t enough. In the dappled sunlight the unchaste kisses of


British Summer Time

Whilst we wish for sun and Summer and swimming and sweat, and watch the days roll by overcast and grey, this image still makes me smile; with a touch of longing. Love Bites Taken on the Southbank, London, outside the Southbank Centre, on May 31st



Taken at the same time as Sprawl. Since I took them I’ve grown increasingly fond of the coiled tension in this photograph.



I’ve already told you: the only way to a woman’s heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure. – Marquis de Sade