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Before you freak out, no, I didn’t cut bangs into my hair, I just styled the front part so that it would look like I had them. My hair is so thick with a lack of any texture (besides glass) that bangs and layers just sort of… sit there. That’s why I have hair all one length, it generally just looks better that way. It’s getting almost down to my hips! Yikes!

However, this pin and hairspray endevor has convinced me to get a wig (maybe a dark chestnut?) with waves and awesome side-swept bangs. It will be my alter ego wig, and it will be awesome!

Tomorrow is my birthday! HOORAY! I love birthdays. I love my birthday, I love other peoples birthdays…. I’m headed to the post office tomorrow to set up a PO box as a present to myself, so if anyone needs to send me a gift (teehee!) I’ll let you all know tomorrow with my birthday present list of DOOM!


Ahhh! It’s invading!

This pinup thing is getting ridiculous. Every single one of my past bazillion purchases have been either pinup shoot clothes or great 40′s inspired wear. 6 pairs of shoes came in the mail, every last one of them is pinup-y. Everything I bought at the thrift store had a shoot or event in mind. My outfit the other day, for example-

It feels good though, to finally be replacing the late 90′s from my closet. I had nice clothes in high school. Went to college and lived in cheerleading practice clothes. Graduated college with dated ‘nice clothes’ and no need to buy new ones since I wasn’t doing anything that required anything remotely dressy. Started modeling and bought shoes and lingerie. Now that I’ve got a reason (Ft Indiantown Gap, here I come!) I feel like I can buy clothes that suit me and are pretty and grown up.

Now to get up before noon and actually get dressed on a semi-daily basis! HA!


Tales of the amazing garbage digger!

I am a treasure hunter. I seek out cheap thrills in dark corners of thrift shops, down back allies of garage sales and in my most glorious of moments- other people’s garbage.

Today, I was up at 8am. EIGHT AM!! Weird. I went to the gym, came home and about three blocks from my house I saw a sign for an estate sale. Excited, I parked my car at home and walked all the way up to the house that this supposed estate sale was at (like 15 blocks!), saw the street sweeper dude twice. Alas, no estate sale. They had left the signs up from the the week before (and according to my upstairs neighbor, it was a sucky estate sale anyway.) On my walk back home in the cold sprinkles (I pass the street sweeper dude again), I see a pile of garbage, and peaking out was an officers hat. I grabbed it and lo and behold, there was a wooden ironing board right there too!

“Come on ironing board, you’re coming with me!!” I said. Out loud. I’m glad most of the time there is no one around to hear me talk to inanimate objects. Luckily for me, the ironing board didn’t protest, and neither did the American flag wrapped around a pole. I took that home, too.

Street sweeper went past.

I got my treasures into the house when my upstairs neighbor (my number one enabler for thrift store shopping) pulls in. I show her my finds, and she declares that we must go back to said garbage pile to excavate. Off we went.

20 minutes later, we pull back into the garage with very dirty hands and:
-a footlocker
-a hatbox
-a wool coat with fur trim
-a pair of shoes, formal, from the 40′s
-an overseas cap
-vintage lace, ribbon and christmas kitsch
-a bunch of vintage clothes
-vintage lingerie, still in the Boston Store box
-an easel
-some boards (I think she wants to make shelves from them or something).

To think, someone was throwing all of that away! I can’t wait to woolite all of my finds and give them a proper new home.

Oh yeah, obligatory naked picture-

By Lionel, of EyeWonder in DC. I can’t wait for MM to have it’s act together again after the DDOS attacks so I can put all of my new awesome pictures up, this one included.


Happy Veterans Day!

Veterans Day holds a very special place in my heart. First, I would like to show you what I feel is the most important photograph I’ve ever shot.

This is my Grandfather, Frank. He was an Army Air Corps gunner in WW2. He never was one to talk about the war much, however he always told us funny stories about his time overseas. He always grumbled about the Limies with a smile on his face, told stories about mixing up street signs in England to “mess with them damn Natzis, because they didn’t know where they were going with out the street signs”, pulling pranks in Trafalgar Square and going for a ride in a convertible with the Princess.

He’d always hug us as we left, saying into our ears, “I love yous guys.” I’ll never forget that whisper and those strong hugs even as he was slowly slipping in health. We’ve been without Grandpa (or Gumpa, as I used to call him for fun) for a few years now, but I still tear up when I see that photograph. He was such a strong man. I miss you, Gumpa.

Now, I share my modeling with all of my family. I printed off a bunch of my pinups to show my Grandma, and she told me Grandpa would be proud. That really made me happy! She told me that the next time I come up, she and I will pull Grandpa’s uniforms so I can shoot in them. YAY! So, here you are, some pinups for Veterans Day!

(all pinups by JD Bozwell at, models are Groovacious K and Victoria Vertuga)


Happy Halloween!

I LOVE halloween. It’s my favorite holiday. I adore dressing up, dressing other people up… it’s awesome. I guess that’s why theatre design comes really naturally to me. Anyway, after much debate I decided to be…. A MY LITTLE PONY!

So here I am, first with a random guy from the bar before we did handstands, and then with a Rainbow Brite from another bar (80′s FTW!) I found a wig in my hair color and made it into the tail, painted stars on my ass, pulled my hair into a mohawk of ponytails, sponge painted myself pink, added fake bangs and big lashes and called it a day! We threw a small halloween bash at my house, did some bar hopping and crashed at my house. I woke up the next day with pink and glitter EVERYWHERE!

In honor of Halloween, I’m going to post pictures of all of my halloween costumes I can find from years past!

So there you have it, some of my awesome costumes!


Look at me, I answer fan mail!

I got an awesome message today from a beautiful model in Montreal-

She wanted to know some things about me and modeling. She had some great questions, so I thought I would answer them here (as well as post them on the traveling models blog). Bonus- some never before posted by me pictures for each question! YAY!

-Usually photographers, mostly in Montreal where I live, think that it is normal to exchange “time for print”, When I say that I just accept paid assignments, they sometimes get very angry! So, do photographers really pay for free-lance models, from your own experience?

Yes, “time for print” is normal in some circles (especially among hobbyists), but they shouldn’t be getting angry with you when you tell them that you only accept paid assignments. It took me a while to get a polite wording down as to not irritate anyone. I often respond with something along the lines of “Thank you for contacting me. However, I am not accepting trade work at this time. If you would like, I would be more than happy to work out rates with you.”

Photographers do pay freelance models. There are quite a few photographers that will kick and scream saying “I don’t pay models- the client pays models!!”, but they refuse to accept the fact that sometimes the photographer IS the client, especially for nude work.

-Do you really spend a lot of time answering castings and calls for models? Or do photographers ask for you most of the time?

At first, I spent a lot of time on responding to casting calls. After I started becoming more visible in the internet modeling circles, I started doing more advertising of myself and the locations I was traveling to and less answering casting calls. I still check casting calls on MM everyday. I’ll check craigslist on occasion if I don’t have much to do that day.

-When you were a semi-pro model, at what moment did you consider yourself as a professional model?

The day I started doing modeling as my only job is when I began to consider myself a “Professional Model”, which was about a year into pursuing modeling seriously. However, it was always my goal to behave and conduct myself professionally. Some people will argue that the minute you get paid you’re a professional- my first shoot was a paid one, so I do tend to disagree with that. I feel that when you as a model are confident in your skills and ability to go and do what is necessary to get the job done (paid or not) you become a true professional.

-What do you think makes you special? Is it your mind? Creativity? The way you move?

I think my commitment to my work is my strongest trait. It drives me to create new art at every shoot and always seek new inspiration to continue to do so. My body awareness and movement are very much a selling point me as a model as well. Years of dance, gymnastics and cheerleading have given me that. I was blessed with the look I have which is what got me into modeling, however that can only get an art model so far. Drive, passion and commitment will keep you working for the long haul.

Thanks so much for the message, Phyli!

(Photographs by- JP Dawson, J Henry, Wet LTD and Mobius Photo)


Super nerdom

I’ve been absent from my blogging because I have been Super Nerd.

I enjoy canning. Like putting things in jars with lids, boiling them to seal them and using the contents sometime in the future. I’m turning into an awesome grandma.

Anyway, we were walking through my neighborhood and passed the independent garden center and decided to walk in to peek around the mid-season plant sale. There were ripe (and very very overripe) tomatoes EVERYWHERE. I have the hardest time seeing perfectly good food go to waste, so we go to ask if they are using these tomatoes. The guy behind the desk told us he didn’t actually work at the garden shop, but the owner had gone away to handle some business. He was happy to call the owner for us and ask. The owner asked the counter guy if we were nice and then gave us permission to take the ripe tomatoes.

We went home, grabbed some pots and a jar each of my pear butter from last year and a jar of dilly beans to leave for the shop owner. We got two very large stock pots overflowing with tomatoes!

A sleepless night later with help from Raelyn, the tomatoes were cut, raw packed in jars and processed. I think we did almost 20 jars. Then I got apples from my parents and we made apple pie filling that is to die for. I also put our lemon cucumbers to pickle. I think they probably will look like brains by the time I get home. You should all be jealous!

In really exciting news, I’ve been selling lots of kitty costumes and people accessories. I’m in DC right now, which is fun, but I wish I was home so I could make more and list them in my store right away!

This is a bit of insight for you all on indeed how freaking nerdy I am.

(photograph by Asylum Photo, DC)


Good bye, Canada!

…. as I type this, I am crossing the Canada/US border back into the states on a Megabus.

As I said in my last post, Megabus is cheap. Cheap like whoah sometimes. But, LOOK! FREE WIFI! Of course it’s free and family friendly, which means no Model Mayhem for me. I guess all of the porn on there is just too much for them :P I didn’t realize how little I use the internet for much besides MM. I check my email, I talk to people… but I do this on while on Model Mayhem. I’m on there like it’s- wait. It is my job.

All of this free time on the bus is now being used to think of all the things I wantoshouldcouldbetter do, like decide if I’m doing the Arizona Shoot out (I wonder how much those tickets will cost…), that I haven’t put together a proper acting or voice over reel, that maybe I should submit to some more agencies one of these days, that my Halloween costume is non-existent, that mom’s costume is non-existent, my etsy stores have been ignored, that I haven’t been home in a week and I wonder what has fallen apart in my absence, can I convince this photo studio that they should hire me to kid-wrangle even though I have no experience?

Bah. I wish the dude next to me didn’t sit here with his legs spread wide. :note to self, always find a small grandma to sit next to on the bus and not let other people decide to sit by you: My knees hurt and I can’t move. I can’t believe I’m looking at two flights yet today.

OH CANADA! You are fabulous. From Tim Hortons and Swiss Chalet to Mint Aero Bars and Ketchup Chips! A subway system that lets people take their dogs on (do they pay the $2.75 fare?), cheap sushi and 5 cents for a plastic bag if you insist on having one. I love it here!


The Joys of Travel

Today was the trip where everything went wrong, however, it worked out better than I had planned in the end.

Start with a flight at the ass crack of dawn. Blarg. I wish cheap flights were at a normal time of day, so that I’m pulling into ticketing with the sun up already instead of it being inky dark outside. I had a feeling I’d forgotten something. I can’t seem to figure it out…

Anyway, I get through security and everything, and at the gate I find out that the flight is delayed due to mandatory “crew rest”. These are the little things about air travel that boggle my mind. (just like the fact that a flight from Milwaukee to Toronto is $200 higher than the flight from Madison that transfers onto the exact same flight in Milwaukee to Toronto) If this crew rest period is mandated by law, one would think they would simply figure for it in the schedule. Apparently not. The woman at the gate insisted that I would have more than enough time tomake my transfer in Detroit.

If you have ever been to the airport in Detroit, you know that you will land at the VERY farthest gate on concourse A, and your flight will be departing from the VERY farthest in concourse C. This is easily a 20 minute jaunt, even if you are running most of the way and no Tibetan monks or fundamentalist Christians with strollers get in your way.

At this point, you’ve probably guessed what is coming next. Of course I missed my flight… oh did I miss it. It took off before we even landed. I got to the gate, they gave me a new flight time, which then would make me miss my bus in Buffalo to get to Toronto. So I call Megabus to see if I can get pushed to the later bus. Megabus is cheap, thus, Megabus is cheap. Their customer service blows sometimes, but you get what you pay for. I get a woman with a very thick accent asking me if I have more than 24 hours before my departure. No, I say. She says, “ah, too badah. weah cannotah do anythingah.” She didn’t even offer to sell me a later ticket. I ask about it, she then proceeds to ask me what date I would like to travel. Today. PLEASE.

I decide that I am NOT going to sit at Buffalo Niagra Falls International airport for 8 hours waiting for a bus. There had to be another way. *cue lightbulb*

It wasn’t my fault or even weather that caused me to miss my connection thus missing my bus. I went and found the closest, least stressed, least busy looking gate agents. “Excuse me, I have a question and I was hoping you’d be able to help me…” and I explained how I was going to Toronto, but because of the crew delay pushing my itinerary back, I would be missing my bus to Toronto. “Would it be possible for me to be put on a flight to Toronto instead of Buffalo?” She smiled and looked at the guy working with her. She tells him that she’s got some new things for him to learn about re-routing passengers and their baggage. Jamie and Adam at NWA in Detroit, you are fabulous!

After about 30 minutes of phone calls, urgent messages and the like, I get sent on my way with a shiny new ticket to Toronto. WOOT! Titania 1, God Chaos 0.

So now I’ve got about 3 hours to kill at the airport, and I’m hungry, so I stop at Einstein Bagels. Lox is possibly one of the few foods that I will never ever turn down. I love the stuff. I thought I would treat myself to a toasty lox and creamcheese bagel. After ordering and paying, they call my name to tell me that they are out of lox. She asks me if I would like to order something else or if I would like a refund. I ask for the refund because I really just wanted lox. The manager comes over with my refund, and then offers me a sandwich on the house for the trouble. Titania 2, God Chaos 0.

Sometimes, everything goes wrong. Sometimes, everything goes wrong and you end up with a ticket to Toronto and an egg and cheese bagel sandwich.

(photograph by Sean Ryan of Toronto, also published at


The Anti-Vacation

Le sigh.

This has been “one of those months”. You know, the kind that you get to the point where anything terrible happens and it ceases to surprise you.

To quote the musical that has been running through my head all week “I tried. You know I tried.”

Started with a misunderstanding for what was going on sunday, my father in the hospital monday, a migraine on tuesday, a dead car on wednesday, waiting on thursday, friday and saturday at my parents house, an hour away from home. We were supposed to do all sorts of awesome things.

This just proves I’m never allowed to relax.

Anyway, my little brother is fixing the car (which I realized today that I’ve never named. I think it needs one, if it makes it through this ordeal alive). We’re hoping its just a head gasket (I never thought I’d see the day that I’d hope for a bad head gasket, but here it is!) rather than a hole in the cylinder, which would mean dishing out $2ooo for a new engine. Bah. In the mean time, grandma lent us the woody wagon…. big pimpin’ yo.

BUT! It’s not all hell in a handbasket. I have awesome models visiting this week! Carlotta Champagne, Kimberly Marvel and Betzu!! A house full of awesome nude models (me and Raelyn too!) and I’m surprised that we don’t have photographers knocking down the door. Kim is at Todd’s for the day, Carly, Betzu and I are going to go thrifting. Then the girls have a 5 pm booking and then… SUSHI! YAY! I’m going to call this afternoon and get a reservation…. hopefully they’ll give us the cool room (they did. awesome!)

Off to shop. See you soon!

(photograph by Robert Farnham)

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