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walking on sunshine

19 Apr

oh hey there flogstars, how’s it going?  It’s been sunny here in Glasgow for a few days in a row now, which had me optimistically removing all but 3 layers of thermals.  I even cheekily wore a t-shirt for approx. 10 minutes too, thinking that the bright clear sky signified warmth, but as the wind started to strip the skin from my bare arms I lost my nerve.

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I’ve had 2 weeks off college and in a moment of uncharacteristically organised and motivated action, found myself doing 5 photoshoots in the first 3 days of the break.  Yeah, if you’re wondering, that’s fuckin’ crazy.

3 of those photoshoots were for my college graded unit.  The brief was for us to produce 3 professional-quality, publication-ready photographs, fully styled in the, err, style of a fashion designer or makeup brand that we chose.  We were to organise it all ourselves, find a photographer/model/location, brief everyone, keep a diary of how it all came together, full costing for each look, moodboards, the whole shebang.

I think the idea is to teach us how much work actually goes into producing the pretty pictures.

So, we were to choose a fashion designer or makeup brand and get busy pulling our ‘looks’ together.  Naturally, I chose David Bowie, but unfortunately as my lecturer firmly pointed out, he is neither a makeup brand or a fashion designer.  Hmm.  Not to be discouraged, I Googled around to find out about the designers of his more iconic costumes.

If, for example, I chose Kansai Yamamoto as my designer, there is no way I would be able to do a photoshoot that WASN'T all about the D.

If, for example, I chose Kansai Yamamoto as my designer, there is no way I would be able to do a photoshoot that WASN’T all about the D.

That’s the path that lead me to Alexander McQueen, although as you’re about to see in the photos below, the end result isn’t Bowie at all.  WTF?  Am I expanding my horizons?

First photoshoot was with Finnish mega-babe model Johannes, who stepped in at the last minute (hero) when my original model had to cancel.  We got down and grungy in the Kelvin Bridge subway station in front of a purple skull graffiti mural.  Here are the (kinda Clockwork Orange-esque) snaps from that shoot:

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That’s a (faux) McQueen scarf tied over his face, which was part of the original styling and not just me being lazy and only wanting to do half a face of makeup.

That afternoon I did my second shoot, which was the ‘moth lady’, inspired by McQueen’s SS 2001 collection (and perhaps his most-bonkers catwalk show of all –  YouTube it).

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… and here’s what I came up with.  The mad hairdo is the handiwork of my college friend Angela Sinclair, who is also caretaker of my mullet these days.  I could never have done this myself so I am forever in her debt!  Mega-babe model is the stunning Ieva, who is represented here in Glasgow by Model Team.

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The next morning was the fastest photoshoot in the world, on board the Tall Ship at the Transport Museum, where we were most not-welcome to take photos so we had to be quick.  Here’s mega-babe model Victoria Wheelan sporting a glamorous pirate eye-patch I created with black eyeliner and black sequins glued on top with lash-glue.

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All these photos are by Bryce Powrie, who I have worked with quite a lot now – good ole Bryce.

So yes, the whole exercise was quite the adventure.  After feeling so organised and ahead of schedule, there were so many last-minute curveballs!  It all turned out alright in the end but there are always things that are (a) out of your hands and (b) you’d do differently with the wisdom of hindsight.

I also think I might have been TOO organised; if I had given myself a little more time to get everything together in the first place, the styling/outfits etc might have been more impressive, for example.  Oh well.  I am happy with the photos but I don’t know which ones to submit; I am also worried that while they are (to me) clearly McQueen-influenced, they are nowhere near as dark as a typical McQueen campaign.  Does that matter?

I am really really grateful to the folk who helped me get this all together – the models, my photographer Bryce, Angie for doing the hairstyling.. they all did it out of their own free time and it is a huge favour that I truly appreciate.

What do y’all think?  Would you pass me?

Here’s Ingrid Michaelson bringing her transformation A-game in the music video for Blood Brothers, while you ponder.

patience is a virtue…

9 Mar

… unfortunately not one of mine.

I must thank YOU, dear flogstars, for your patience while I just don’t post.  I hope you are getting your fix/keeping abreast of all things Imogen Maxwell over on my Instagram and Facebook, which have been more requently updated than this poor neglected flog.

I have been busy doing lots of exciting things, so I have lots to show and tell you – sadly I have also been very busy doing lots of shitey boring things like working, doing homework etc so I haven’t had much time to flog it all up for your reading pleaure.

This week just gone was the Glasgow School of Art Fashion and Textile show, held in the new Reid building.

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Myself and classmate Angie were the ones liaising with the organisers at the art school on behalf of our class, and if anyone ever asks YOU to take that task on, I highly recommend you scream “NO” in their face and run far and fast in the opposite direction.  My grievances are college-related and shall be detailed in GREAT detail in my evaluation of the whole experience, which is the final part of this assessment, so you shall be spared, flogstars.

Anyway.  Despite all that, the end result – the actual catwalk show itself – was a resounding success, very professional-looking, and received national media coverage for days.  The fashion and textile designs were stunning, and everyone behind the scenes (the fashion students, models, organisers, hairdressers) was a pleasure to work with.

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Everything was alright on the night, as they say – and that’s all that actually matters.  And ON the night, it must be said, I really enjoyed the work, the backstage atmosphere, and being part of such an interesting and creative production.

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So here are some photos for ye.  Annoyingly I don’t have the designers’ names etc so I’m not sure who did what, but these are just to show the overall feel of the show anyway.  If you’ve come across this and know who I can credit for any of it, drop me a line!

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space was at a premium so we ended up doing makeup in the corridors

space was at a premium so we ended up doing makeup in the corridors

 

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Angie doing between-show touch-ups

Angie doing between-show touch-ups

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view from the makeup room upstairs above the catwalk

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Ciao for now, flogstars – I’ve got so much homework to do I think I might go and have a little cry and eat some chocolate.

 

I hate to be a pain in the portfolio…

19 Feb

… but if, like me, you’re doing a shitload of TFP (time in exchange for pictures) shoots, you’ll be working with professional photographers, models and possibly stylists or other creatives, and at the end of the (long, hard day in the freezing rain) you all want the same thing – shit-hot photos for your portfolio.

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models: Ieva at Model Team and Lauren at Superior Model Management
makeup by me, photography by Bryce Powrie, threads by One For The Wall

All of us – the photographers, models and makeup artists – all need up-to-date pretty pictures to show off our mad skillz.  Which is why lots of us spend half our lives running around like blue-arsed flies on these TF photoshoots.

They’re great fun, and there’s something nice about a wee gang of you working together with the same vision, not for money but for the love.  Not to say we’re not all getting something out of it, but anyone doing anything for free is displaying some level of dedication, and that’s nice to be around.

All the pretty pictures for me are ending up in my portfolio, which is actually an official thing getting assessed at college next week.  With an interview and all.  We need a minimum of 8 photos from a minimum of 4 photoshoots.  I’ve done 6 photoshoots and pics from 5 of those are going in my portfolio.

I think if I didn’t have a clear idea of what I needed, and if I hadn’t been lucky in landing shoots with reasonably experienced and professional people, that number might not be so high.  As it is my final task for portfolio production is showing some uncharacteristic restraint and editing down my selection to best highlight my makeup work.

None of this putting photos in just because they’re cool and I like them.  Is it a photo that showcases my makeup work, or do I like the photo because the model’s hair looks swishy or because there’s a cute puppy or because the clothes they’re modelling look really good?  All wonderful things, and important components of a good photo… but FOCUS, IMOGEN!

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doing the no-makeup-look on a guy is harder than you think, but you’re not even looking at him are you.  This is an example of a photo that doesn’t reeeeeally do my makeup work much justice.
photo by Bryce Powrie, model Nicolas Garcia-Minaur, puppy not mine sadly

Which led to me Googling “how to have a not-shit portfolio” which took me all sorts of interesting places on the internet.  Here is one of the more useful things I read, copied and pasted because you’re more likely to read it if I do it like this, aren’t you.

Get Usable Image Files From A Test With These 6 Questions

A test shoot is a collaboration in which all parties involved should benefit from the pictures received. I don’t go in for contracts or think you should come across like a demanding diva when approached about a test shoot but you do need to discuss a few things with the photographer before the shoot so you can be sure what you receive later will be useful to you.

Here are some questions you should have answers to before any pictures are taken to insure that the image files you receive after the shoot are suitable for printing.

1. Can you get some close up shots of the makeup?
Always ask the photographer to get some close up shots of the makeup as part of the deal and remind them on the day that you need some head shots. A great beauty shot next to a full length image can look fantastic in your book and will show your skills as a makeup artist more clearly.

2. Can you start the day off with a really clean beauty look?
You should be focusing on clean beauty when you start building a portfolio so if you get roped into a test that doesn’t involve clean beauty see if you can do a quick beauty look at the start of the day which you can build on after to achieve something more adventurous. This way everyone should get something usable for their books right from the start and you get more looks out of a days shooting.

3. Will you get Hi-Res files?
Make sure the photographer is going to provide hi-res files so you can print nice sharp images for your book. Low-res files are only suitable for posting online so they don’t take too long to load.

4. Does the photographer have watermarks on all his/her images?
If the photographer you are working with uses watermarks on his/her images check that getting files without the watermarks won’t be a problem so you can print the images for your book.

5. How many images should you expect to receive?
Discuss how many images you should realistically expect to receive and whether these files will have been retouched. Unless you are shooting a big editorial story it is unlikely that you would really need more that 5 images from a shoot.

6. Will you have any input into the final picture selection? 
Often all parties involved are looking for something different for their books so it’s great if you all have some input into the final image selection. If you are given a choice of images think about the composition in your book so the images you pick go together on a double page.

If you are unsure about any of the following points discuss them with the photographer in an email. Emails are great as it gives everyone a record of whats been agreed on to refer back to.

I stole that from http://whattheprosdo.blogspot.co.uk/ – which sadly hasn’t been updated in nearly 5 years, but still has loads of really handy tips for the nascent makeup artiste.
It’s a UK based site however a lot of the stuff on there would be useful for anyone starting out – things like what to think about when putting together your website and business cards, what to carry with you (bottle of water and a banana because no one feeds you on photoshoots – so true, and the reason my makeup kit is a suitcase is really so it can fit all the muesli bars in it that I require for a half-day on the go).
So there you have it flogstars, a bit of practical know-how for ye.
Here’s Steel Panther with The Burden of Being Wonderful.  Watch it and next post I’ll tell you all about the weekend I’ve just had in Denmark partying at them.  Not with them.  At them.

river deep, mountain high

8 Feb

Me last night: “Well… I’d better hit the hay.  I have to climb a mountain tomorrow.  And apply makeup when I get to the top.”

Chloe: “Uh.  Is that a euphemism for something?”

No, flogstars, it isn’t.  Just another mad-cap day in the life of us here at Imogen Maxwell Dot Com.

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I went cantering up The Cobbler in Arrochar today with photographers Bryce Powrie and Cameron Henderson, for Feral Threads.

I'm so outdoorsy.  I could probably survive for about six hours out here.  Oh yeah.  Come at me Bear Grylls

I’m so outdoorsy. I could probably survive for about six hours out here. Oh yeah. Come at me Bear Grylls

"You're a dick."

“You’re a dick.  I know for a fact you have makeup and only makeup in that backpack.”

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mega-babe model Filippa Bahrke gets papped by Bart in Feral Threads

 

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taking shelter under a giant rock during one of several snow storms we endured

view from under the rock.  Foolhardy codger hikes past sun shrouded in yet more snow.

view from under the rock. Foolhardy codger hikes past sun shrouded in yet more snow.

mega-babe model Patricia Taylor modelling Feral Threads.  Photo credit - Cameron Henderson www.cameronhenderson.co.uk

mega-babe model Patricia Taylor modelling Feral Threads. Photo credit – Cameron Henderson http://www.cameronhenderson.co.uk

So there you have it, boys and girls.  Tomorrow, another photoshoot with Bryce.  Snap!

Here’s Airbourne.  Thank you and good night.

Bowie-gasm

28 Jan

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I have been sitting here for a few hours now, trying to think of how to start this flog post, and more importantly how to end it.  As dedicated flogstars will know, I could talk about Bowie until the cows come home, but I am without cows so it’d be a bloody long wait.  I still don’t think I’d run out of things to say about David, his greatness and how much I luuuurve him.

So, this post is all pictures, not because I have nothing to say, but because I feel slightly overwhelmed by how much ground I could cover.  We’d be here all night.  And day.  And then all night again.

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I took these today on my camera but the real photos will be even better – these are just a cheeky little sneak peek, just close-ups of makeup but you just wait til you see the fully styled and finished shots.

Today’s team was:
Mega-babe models: Rebecca Goldie and Aaron Bird
Photographer extraordinaire: Paul Wylie
Hair magician: Gillian Cleminson
Wardrobe/styling genius: Kim Wallace
Bowie makeup specialist: Imogen Maxwell (that’s me, kids)
Location: The Buff Low Cafe, Glasgow (who very kindly allowed us to shoot on their premises when our first location fell through at the very last second!)

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she was winking, you just can’t see it

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my dedication to Bowie rivalled only by Aaron’s – shaved eyebrows. My hero.

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Goldie by name, goldie by jacket/lip colour/forehead circle.

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I’m messy and I take up ALL the space and I’m NOT sorry

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I had the best day doing this; normally there are some butterflies that come with rocking up to a shoot not knowing anyone, not knowing how it will turn out, who will show up, what the atmosphere will be, whether my work will be good enough etc etc etc.  But this was my total happy-place in every detail: doing my very favourite makeup amongst calm, focussed, organised, dedicated, professional creatives at work.  Now, to find a way to get paid for this shit! 😉

Thanks to all those who were involved in making this shoot happen; I can’t wait to see the finished shots!  Now just watch this just quickly.

orange you happy

24 Jan

Me and Dana stopping traffic.

not sure what your WiFi's like Chris, but this is for you :)

not sure what your WiFi’s like Chris, but this is for you 🙂

I realised the other day that I’m not worried about money.  This isn’t to say that I have enough money or that I shouldn’t be worried.  My mind’s just been on other things.  Also currently not overly fussed about bum size.  What’s going on?

 

what do Australians wear?

7 Dec

I must admit I’m almost as out of touch as Tony Abbott… when it comes to matters of what to wear ‘down there’.  In Australia, I mean.

Big chunks of the conversations I have on a daily basis centre around my Australianism.  Obviously, once people tell me I’m tall and I reply with “yes I know”, the cat’s out of the bag – they’ve heard my accent.  They then tell me they have a friend or relative who emigrated to Australia, can’t remember the name of the place, something creek?  Something hills?  Something flat?  Near Perth, or Melbourne.  Are Perth and Melbourne near each other?  …and look at me expectantly.  Sometimes, people just recite lists of well-known Australian people and things to me.

“Vegemite!  Cathy Freeman!  Sydney!  Koalas!”

You’ll have noticed, cos you’re clever like that, that people like to TELL me things about Australia, not ask me.  Which is fine, whatever.  What I really need right now, though, is for a personal stylist to materialise and tell me something about Australia that I’m dying to know – what to take with me for my holiday.

You see, in less than two weeks, Chloe and I fly back to Australia for Christmas.

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This marks the first time in FOUR YEARS that I’ll be in the same place at the same time as both of my sisters.

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And the first time in 4 years that our family – Mum, Dad, us 3 girls – have been all together, although there was no suitable cat GIF for that.

Courtest of awkwardfamilyphotos.com (not my actual family)

Courtest of awkwardfamilyphotos.com (not my actual family)

Anyway.  I have lived in Scotland for close to six years now.  In that time, I haven’t aged a day obviously, but I’ve gone blonde, lost three stone, gained one back, and completely forgotten what to wear in temperatures above 15 degree celcius.

Scotland is cold.   Even in Scottish summertime,  the water that comes out of the cold tap… is cold.  It’s rare for me to be bare-armed… ever.  I can actually tell you the last time I wore something sleeveless, I felt so naked.  I remember it vividly.  It was when Chloe and I were in London for the David Bowie Is exhibition at the V&A.

let's GIF just quickly

let’s GIF just quickly

the abominable snowman

the abominable snowman

It was hot that week in London; it actually soared to 34 degrees one of the days we were there.  And boy did I feel it.

So forgive me, Australia, for returning to your golden shores looking every inch the Brit abroad, ill equipped to deal with the heat, paler than a fish belly.  And forgive me, Scotland, my home away from home.  I love you, I do, but I’m really looking forward to thawing out for a couple of weeks!  Rest assured, all of you – whatever I end up wearing (or not wearing, waaaaaaaa-heeeeey) down under, I’ll be very vocal about how effing hot it is.

In terms of partaking in the UK’s treasured national pass time of complaining about the weather, I’ve gone native.

I’ll be your dream, I’ll be your wish, I’ll be your FANTASY!

27 Nov

Don’t worry friends, I won’t put THAT Savage Garden song anywhere near this post.  (You’ll have to click through here to see what I’m talking about if you don’t already know.)

Anyway – FANTASY FACE!  That’s right flogstars.  We’re straying into krazy katwalk territory now; welcome to the Fantasy Face unit of advanced makeup techniques.

The story so far:

Tutor Gillian demonstrating on Jordan

Tutor Gillian demonstrating on Jordan

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dirty girls

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I studded Shinnerz right up

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… then contoured her to within an inch of her life

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She got her revenge by putting a fishnet stocking on my heid to create a fish-scaley effect, and turned me into a merman

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So we’ve got another few weeks of this, the only two criteria for assessment being that we have to use “skin additions” (sticking pretty much anything on) and the design has to go down on to the neck.  One two three GO!

Here’s Tesla with Modern Day Cowboy, cos that’s what you are, you sexy little flogstar.  Love your guts.

meet Dana

17 Nov

last name Scully.

look at my new boots vying for attention in the corner there!

look at my new boots vying for attention in the corner there!

He is my skull ring.  He was named after Dana Carvey and it’s just a coincidence that his last name is Scully like Agent Scully from the X Files and he’s a skull.  Regular readers will recognise Dana from every photo of my left hand.  Sometimes he’s on my thumb.  He’s with me always.  He’s a cheap piece of shit I bought from http://www.emp-online.co.uk which is where I get a lot of my cheap, badass stuff.

Once I’m rolling in the kind of money that will come with my imminent glittering career in makeup artistry, I’ll be adding to my collection via German designer Thomas Sabo and The Great Frog – home of wow.  Most coveted at the moment is this skull cuff:

I love you, why are you so expensive, will you ever be mine and do you love me too?

I love you, why are you so expensive, will you ever be mine and do you love me too?

… and next thing you know I’ll be rocking up to work in one of these:

for illustration purposes only, not actual mode of transport, it's an ornament calm down everyone

for illustration purposes only, not actual mode of transport, it’s an ornament calm down everyone

In that top photo of my hand, if you look closely you’ll notice that my nails have weird ridges in them.  That’s because I bought a miniature angle grinder masquerading as an electric nail buffer, for £3 on Amazon.  I do not recommend.  It’s going to take ages for my nails to get back to normal, and thanks also to my Quik-e-Mart job ravaging my hands they’re not going to grow out any time soon either.  UGH!  I miss my claws.

Anyway.  Time to get off the internet and go meet Chloe for lunch. Happy Sunday, flogstars – hope you’re keepin’ it lazy like you should be.

back to the beginning

27 Sep

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The reason I have opened today’s post with an old photo of Bon Scott smiling through the agony of a badly infected testicle that you can practically hear straining against the seam of those skin-tight grey jeans is…. sorry, I’ve completely lost my train of thought.

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well hello

Oh yeah.  Something to do with an idea I had for one of my wig assessments.  Any man out there willing to let me apply mascara to his chest hair to achieve the look?  Get in touch via my contact page.  I’ll make you look cool, promise.

This being-in-a-new-city-and-not-knowing-many-locals-well-enough-to-ask-if-they’ll-let-me-paint-their-bare-bodies situation is going to quickly become a problem for me at college.  All I ever had to do in Oban was pull a ‘having a creative idea’ face and BAM, everyone’s volunteering to get naked, painted and photographed.  Where are you, Glasgow exhibitionists?

Perhaps I should be careful what I wish for.  Remember what happened when I put an ad on Gumtree looking for a flat-share?  Yeah.

Anyhoo.  Here are some other rock-god chests I wouldn’t mind painting, since I’m feeling particularly self indulgent today.

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Reckless Love, who I shall be seeing next Thursday with Carissa – we are returning to the scene of last year’s crime…

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Jettblack. When you google images of them, two pictures of me come up, which pleases me immensely. Lick lick.

Alright, that’s enough of that.  We’ve got a lot to cover today.

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Autumn’s here.  Next week it will be October.  I’m a little shit-scared of how fast time is galloping by.

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I feel both settled and still very new in Glasgow.  The very first time I arrived here in March 2008, I had a budget of £15 per day – £2 for food (Subway 6-inch of the day), £13 for my hostel bed which included breakfast, and dinner was a row of chocolate from the enormous stockpile I had bought in Belgium.

There is something about having absolutely no money that is kind of liberating.  I mean, it fucking sucks, but it simplifies things.  I walked and walked and walked around, day and night.  I ‘saved’ all the free museums and art galleries for shit-weather days, and just walked the rest of the time.  I would sleep in until right before free breakfast ended, so I wouldn’t be awake for too long burning calories and getting hungry.  Late at night I would sit in my bunk writing, watching the others in my 14-bed dorm, wishing I was travelling with a big group of friends like they all seemed to be, wishing I knew where to go and what to do.

Everyone I spoke to raved about Edinburgh.  Nobody seemed to think that Glasgow was up to much.  I didn’t necessarily agree but after nearly 2 weeks walking and walking and walking around, I thought I could probably justify forking out for a bus to Edinburgh to see what all the fuss was about.  There began a chain of events that lead me to running the backpackers’ hostel in Oban for 5 years, but that’s another story for another time.

What I didn’t immediately realise was that I’d developed quite a good relationship with Glasgow in this formative period of my early backpacking days.  I didn’t have a head full of shit about how dangerous Glasgow was, so it didn’t occur to me to feel unsafe cruising the mean streets on my own in the middle of the night.  I think I have always been reasonably sensible so I wasn’t going anywhere actually dodgy at night, but in retrospect I think the whole experience would have been different, and ruined, if I had been scared.

Instead, I felt Glasgow’s friendliness, I felt like it was a good place to be if you weren’t from here.  People heard my accent and were interested.  I was a young woman travelling alone so people went out of their way to make sure I was ok.  I got invited into people’s homes for cups of tea and to look in their old family photo albums.  They wrote down their addresses so I could send them postcards from wherever I went next.  No one stabbed me, and I was never even offered heroin.

Glasgow is my Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.  Glasgow is my hooker with a heart of gold, my rough diamond.  Glasgow’s reputation might not be the best, but you have to cop a feel for yourself, make your own mind up.

And do you think I can get the effing gif of Julia Roberts and Richard Gere in The Diamond Necklace Scene to work?  Gah!

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Anyway, here I am again, back where I first started my Scottish adventure five and a half years ago.  My budget is about the same again, but the new job I start tomorrow will hopefully have LOTS of overtime and put an end to all this being-broke bullshit.  It’s really cramping my style.

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Are you still reading?  Good for you.  This week at college!

Kim Kardashian-style kontouring!

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Saoirse kontoured to within an inch of her life

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and just to think, most people try to get their makeup to match their skin tone and NOT leave a streaky brown tide mark around their jaw.

Wig work!

Ashleigh rocking the 90s-kids-TV-presenter look

Ashleigh rocking the 90s-kids-TV-presenter look

She would have been the coolest girl at my high school in 1998

She would have been the coolest girl at my high school in 1998

not pubes, just another wig sitting in front of the mirror

not pubes, just another wig sitting in front of the mirror

… and posing, bitches.

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So here’s AC/DC with their 1980 hit, You Shook Me All Night Long, because it’s Friday.  I know this flog has attracted the attention of many classic rock puritans internationally who are going to light up the whole internet with bitter posts about how you can’t have a photo of Bon Scott’s crotch one minute, and be signing off with a Brian Johnson hit the next, but all I can say is bite me.  Also, AC/DC are Australian*.  Ha!

Happy Friday, lovers Xx

*No one in Scotland likes hearing this truth.

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