My latest doll wig “AUCUN! RIEN!” will soon be in the hands of its owner, a most charming collector in Paris.

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been shooting and instagraming. mostly.

LA BETE: Pardon…

LA BELLE: De quoi me demandez-vous pardon?

LA BETE: D’être “Bête”. Pardon.

What excites me about things [dolls too], is to break the rules.
Taking dolls that are created for mere decorative purposes, trapped in tacky ethnic garments pinned or glued on them, un-re-styleable hair, rigid immovable bodies, permanently propped up on bases, cursed to eternally spend their lives on some shelf, and setting them free.
Some of these dolls have unexpectedly amazing face molds that go to waste in such distasteful incarnations.
I found this doll in a Chinese supermarket and was immediately aware of her potential. Head made of plaster with impecable skin texture and inset glass [i.e. plastic] eyes, great facial features. The styrofoam body, tacky Chinese extravaganza outfit, nylon hair, etc, are instantly ripped off of her, a multi-jointed body for the head, a human hair wig and presto-change-o, she is free to be whoever she [you] want[s] to be.
In this case, a mod get up and Westwood shoes.

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I rarely do civilians, but Andrew Yang is no mere mortal.

After a month of only eating yummy, sodium laden, utterly processed, drugstore snacks, I must slowly return to real, boring edibles. So, on the left, greek yogurt with arugula and for desert ladies, ya take a goddamned fajita, ya slice a goddamned apple, ya slap the goddamned things together, BAM, apple sammich.

New work in June issue of Amica. Shot by Chris Craymer.

New work in Russian Vogue, June 2012 issue. Photos by Greg Lotus.

A recent shoot with Christian Lucidi.

New work in The Ground magazine. Shot by Seiji Fujimori.

[backstage]
I enjoyed working with Tabea, a very disciplined model.

New work out in Italian Vogue, June issue. Photos by Greg Lotus, shot in Miami.

This old hairpiece was used in French movies in the 40s and 50s.
Before I use it for a shoot, I had to reassure it that it’s in loving hands,
treating it to some familiar Marcel goodness.

Day off on a rainy day in my apartment, has its pros and its cons.
Pros, I don’t get slimy wet and gross. Cons, I get sad-ish and grim.