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The good spirit of the forest is hiding somewhere in this picture... be careful if you're sensitive, she's naked.
Kmax treked out into a snowy, mist-kissed field with me, my Celtic harp and the girls from Faerie Friday and took these magical shots.
Faerie Photoshoot
Location: Spring Grove Cemetary (Cincinnati, Ohio)
Designer: Brittany Everitt & Anna Messinger
MUA and Hair: Brittany Everitt
Model: Anna Messinger
Though blurry, this photo was taken on the west side of WIldwood trail, indicating a marked increase in expatriation since the latest faerie presidential election.
Finally got some pics of my Amethyst Faerie, I just finished her hair a couple of hours ago. She is made of Japanese glass seed beads, organic cotton, and real amethyst beads for her ball-joints. Now she just needs a dress!
Model is Krystle profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile...
clothing designed by Lady Moon Designs www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5524457
Location- Queen Victoria Gardens, Perth
Strobist: 580 EX II, SaxonPC grid, pocket wizard, camera left
580 EX II, SaxonPC grid, camera right, pocket wizards
Model: Snow Faerie (Model Mayhem #608035)
MUA: Jeannie Carroll (Model Mayhem #1505629)
Photographer: Shane Young
munki wanted faeries...
so i made her some.
clothespins...
paint...
artificial flowers...
embroidery floss...
ribbon...
a hot glue gun...
and a couple of hours this morning,
and she is a happy little munki
Long ago there was a beautiful girl with a free spirit who loved nothing more than music and dancing and her freedom.
When the time came for her to be married, her father chose a man of high regard from another prominent family. The girl wanted nothing of it, so she ran to the hills to play her fiddle and dance away her sorrow.
The hill was a hollow one though, and the faerie prince who dwelt beneath it heard the music and came out to see the lovely girl dancing there.
He was besotted with her beauty and her skill and gave to her a flower, promising that if she would love him he would see to it that she was never confined by the will of others.
That was long ago, but even then faerie tales rarely come true.
Bridget Carroll's story began with that flower and with a grave of water.