July 2, 2017 § Leave a comment
I have returned to Sweden based between Stockholm and Uppsala. I am visiting my friends and family but also with the ambition to find a few venues to put on some of my burlesque/jazz performances. I have only just begun to recover from my jet-lag and though I have only been in Sweden for three days I have already caught up with half of my family and friend, not to forget to mention the beautiful Model Estelle Moughton (a dear and old friend of mine).
I am not only looking to do performances but to leap back into modelling again after a long break due to my year and a half long studies in performing (which I graduated in only a week ago)! My spirits are high as are my ambitions. I wish all you human beings my love and support and if you do ever have the chance to see an act of mine, know it is all performed with passion, communication and love for each and every one of you.
I am also willing to travel around Europe for modelling work (expenses paid) for those photographers and artists that are interested in working with me.
April 26, 2016 § Leave a comment
This coming June – July, I will be traveling around the United States again. Peter Coulson and I will meet up a few times in the U.S to continue our series. I’m relived to not only be working around the U.S but to see many of my close friends once again. One very difficult thing about living such an international lifestyle is the fact that everybody you once touched, will no sooner be out of reach. I am also very restless when it comes to settling down, my home is built of countries. My living-room lays in Sweden, my kitchen in Australian, my backyard in America… and so it goes.
Below is a set Peter Coulson and I did a while ago. I will add more pictures to Part ii, soon.
Peter Janson (Part i)
(Part of… watch this space) Peter Janson (Part ii)
Before you take her you must consider,
That without care her spirit will wither,
You must caress her daily and show her worth of praise,
She will be high maintenance, (I will not lie),
But she will be sure to strive when you are down,
To make you smile, or at least spend the rest of her day to try,
Make sure she has room to be,
For she is one who caves to be free,
Keep her entertained with humor, learning and funny games,
And she will be sure to remain tamed,
Especially as she carries heavy insecurities, shame and loathing,
She will be a responsibility,
I know, because this woman is me,
Not only will you have to simply love me,
But a part of you will have to adopt me,
My best advice is to stay away,
For if you try your patience your life may simply end in decay,
And for that, in advance I apologize,
I am nothing but an infant with glistening eyes.
September 21, 2015 § Leave a comment
For those of you curious to hear a little bit more about Ruby’s Balloon, here is an interview straight from the director and I (interviewed by Emily Steckly)! Or maybe this is just interesting for those of you who are curious to hear what I sound like, as photographs don’t literally “say more than a thousand words”…or any words at all.
Underneath is an invitation which will be held in the CBD.
There will be live entertainment with Diego Villalta’s and his band (I’ll even sing a few jazz numbers with the band). But most importantly, every drink purchased will help raise money for our feature-short. We hope to see you all there.
A big thank you to Lustre bar for supporting our film and event.
September 20, 2015 § Leave a comment
We are very proud to announce that designer Anie Zanazanian (Anie Z Couture) will be making and styling all the costumes for Ruby and her husband. She will be creating a new iconic yellow dress for Ruby to wear in the feature length film (still 1950’s inspired of course).
Anie Z, (if you don’t already know) is a designer who took Melbourne by storm almost overnight. She has very recently created clothing for renowned Ita Buttrose (Studio Ten, Channel Ten, Click here to watch), had her clothing in the Fashion Aid Runway (as the final featured designer) and is currently travelling Europe with her gowns. It is an honor to have such a passionate and talented designer working on our film! (You can read more about her on Anna Pappas blog HERE)
More exciting news includes work on our new film score. Ken White has traveled all around the world playing music throughout his life! He specializes in jazz and has been working on developing our film score inspired by the classic French jazz sound. Another interesting fact is his band headlined in Sweden for a while back in the day.
Emily Steckly is a writer who has written and edited a few articles in the past for me. Recently she conducted an interview with Billy Minshull-Gardner (The director of Ruby’s Balloon) and I, asking us questions about our ambitions for the film and the plot line for the feature-short. I couldn’t have asked for a better writer.
Emily Steckly has also written various plays and has written a new show playing in the Melbourne Fringe festival, The Afterglow. – “What is death? And why do we mourn the loss of those both familiar and strange?
29th of September – 3rd of October
The Owl and Cat Theatre (34 Swan street, Richmond)
Book tickets at: owlandcat.com.au or ring, 9421 3020
To keep updated on our film progress you can keep an eye on:
Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/rubysballoon?ref=hl
(Donations are still open until the 22nd of September. Even a donation of $5 will mean the world to us).
FilmInk Article: http://www.filmink.com.au/notices/11520/
We will soon be hosting auditions for actor’s to play Ruby’s husband, a featured baker and a few other roles. So make sure to keep watching these spaces!
September 4, 2015 § 5 Comments
When I write these posts I have absolutely no idea how to begin or any idea of what to bleed my introductions into. I want to write about whatever thoughts are haunting my mind but I… don’t.
I am fairly concerned about what people’s opinion of me may be if they read a sentence or two from the inner realms of my mind. I also become disturbingly aware of how naively ambitious I am in thinking people may find interest in my words. Words are one of the most threatening things in my opinion as my mind in full of them. Through the first half of school I could barely read. I felt every word mocked me and when I read aloud almost every person who heard me, laughed. I remember miss-spelling ‘painting’ as ‘panting’ and one of my grandmother’s friend’s laughed unknowingly at my distress. I remember my closest friend in school wanting me to read a chapter of her book because she found my interpretation of words hilarious. Every word I misread (which was almost every second word) she would heartily laugh over. None of this was in spite of me but every laugh made me more and more anxious over my stupidity. So in a sense I feel as though I have had to conquer words. I’ve been writing a lot throughout the years now, in the hearts of my diaries where my opinions are safe. Hopefully, this is an introduction to me expressing myself, virtually at least (which I guess is the new ‘public’ place). I guess I would like to be seen beyond the photographs.
Peter Coulson released pictures of me topless this afternoon for the first time. This is definitely not the first ‘nudish’ photoshoot, (or nude I have done). The first time I shot nude has been locked away. I will let that photograph out some day but for now these will do.
If you have read what I have written then I would love to thank you for giving this time to my string of words.
Peter Coulson’s work can be found on: http://blog.peter-coulson.com.au/
I will briefly mention the new film I am making with Billy Minshull-Gardner called, Ruby’s Balloon. We are seeking help in funding and would honestly really appreciate any contribution to it. We are trying to raise $8,000 within the next 19 days. If we do not reach this amount we won’t receive any of the donations already made! It may seem very ambitious of us as we are new to the public world in film… but we are definitely not new to this world artistically.
You can find the film at: http://www.pozible.com/project/199173
(It will ask you to become a member to make a donation. It only takes about 30 seconds).
February 8, 2015 § Leave a comment
His gentle caress brushed upon my cheek and so did the sun below the mountain peak. “When do I see you again my love?” and he answered, “After dark my sweet.” My every movement through the day was exercised with passion’s touch. To wait for dark seemed all enough.
After Dark, my sweet kissed me. We spent the night, the three of us (with him, with me and the beast).
“When my love?” I asked eagerly and he answered,
“After dark my sweet.”
Who is day if I am night? Am I kept in dark to be kept from sight? A vulture’s smile was what I saw when he assured me that he did in fact adore me.
Walking onto morning’s edge I felt a shadow lift from my feet; until he turned around and said, “After dark my sweet.”
Darkness came of course, as it did. We spent the night the three of us (with him, with me and the light). “May I see day my love?” and his answer came, “After dark my sweet”
After dark, my sweet was wrapped up in linen sheets. I had told him, “I am mourning for the morning.” and this time when he turned his head, it was different, what he said,
“Light glows brightest in the dark and you, My-Sweet, are the darkest bread of dark.”
His judgment’s taste was to my disgrace and I felt vengeance bite in passion’s place. I demanded us to meet and stay met and he turned his head and said, “After dark my sweet”.
So I did what any lover would do, to honor the words of my lover as true. An eclipse was made to keep the light away. He would never set foot into the light of day. Even if he caught fire from its avid rays his soul will remain in the darkest shadow, darkened with the overcast of my own shadow. My bitter-sweet, who is mine now to forever keep.
January 6, 2015 § 5 Comments
Miss me? Peter and I have been building our port folio of our work together for a Melbourne exhibition. Hopefully, the pictures that are already released lure your curiosity into coming to see the rest of exhibition.
I’m not sure if it is to anybody else’s humor but I found a peeping Tom in the park when we were shooting on the park bench. It was like playing the game, “Where’s Waldo” but Waldo is perverted. I watched as he hid uncomfortably behind bushes and crawled through terrace as a solider would in marsh. I was a little impressed in his efforts I have to say, especially for somebody who looked like an older gentleman.
When Peter and I started to pack up I heard the Waldo carelessly drop from the tree and scamper off somewhere, tripping a few times on the way.