Ignorant Minds

"Ignorant Minds"

Model: Kristopher Bos

One way or another our minds are shaped by both our parents and the media when we are young, about what it is to be a male or a female.

"Girls don't get dirty in the mud, go play with your dolls"

"C'mon kiddo, stop playing with those girlie toys, let's play football!"

Lame examples, but you get where I am going with it...

This is quite a complex topic I know, but I am willing to explore it and hopefully raise some form of awareness and learn something myself along the way.

This image was inspired by the thoughts of a young boy being told it is wrong to play with barbie's as it is not the norm in society for a boy, and how that can have negative effects in their future such as identity issues and not ever being quite comfortable in their own skin. Basically the topic of transgender people and how when we are growing up we are told to stick to what our genitals say we are, paralleling with societies demands.

I would absolutely love for the future generations children to grow up with a lesser influence on what gender they are when they're growing up and how you should act in regards to that, but more on how they are growing into a person of strong morals, ambitions and a grounded personality.

The world is dependant on how we raise our kids, it's that one step closer to the world being a better place.

BTS: Down the Rabbit Hole

Behind the Scenes of: "Down the Rabbit Hole"

Hair Artist: Holly Marsh of Imagine Hair @ Milton, Brisbane.

Model: Samantha Roy

Make-up Artist: Rebeckah Wurzbacher

Assistant: Ash Dorman

Holly working on the traditional curly tangles of Alice.

Rebeckah further creating our Alice.

We didn't exactly have the fanciest equipment to create this Alice in Wonderland inspired shoot... but just you wait and see how we make this cardboard box work!

Black Hats

"Black Hats"

by Jessica K Photography

Inspired by American Horror Story

Credits:

Jacque (Jacque Inabox): Styling, Model

Jessi Kajewski: Model

Peta Butler: Model

Rebeckah Wurzbacher: Make-Up Artist

Kait Jade: MUA Assistant

Ash Dorman: Assistant

Bella Anderson: Assistant

Tragic Beautiful: Wardrobe

Lack of Colour: The hats

Replica

Recently I attended an excursion with my class. I had always known I have a itch when someone is taking the same photo as me ie. If I set up a portrait photo and someone comes behind me with a camera phone... and if you're a photographer I am sure you know the feeling! 

But something really struck strange with my when I was in this large group with everyone photographing the same subject in the same setting, I didn't realise how much the story behind the photos meant to me in my photography, and that it is a massive part of all that I do.

So I decided to venture away from the group and explore the forest...

"Although your spikes and placement may be different, you're just another one on the forest floor"

It was truly odd as this was the first time I had shot with another photographer, let alone another group!

Out of place

The outdoor studio set up

"Another fallen to the forest floor"

Adventures in abandonment

The past few days I have had some time devoted specially to location scouting and pure adventure, here are my findings...

An abandoned school, the best features were these paintings

Most of the buildings had been removed due to local concern 

All of the graffiti on the buildings was not artist driven, it was just vandals

The school has been destroyed by vandals, and not in the good way

"1, 2 Freddy's coming for you..." The essence is there

An questionably inspirational quote from the outside of another abandonment

An abandoned skate arena built in the 1920's

The arena 'suspiciously' caught on fire in 2002

The lack of roof was absolutely stunning

A melted crate from the fire

Skate wheels

Left behind

Very lucky to be able to capture this building after rain

I wonder the purpose of this...

Decay

Exploration buddy and her not so subtle clothing choices

Step back in time

Melted shoes?

The viewing area

They must have stopped the fire quite quickly as it was in brilliant condition when considering the circumstances.

I find it very sad that it won't be standing for much longer, but I am grateful I saw it when it was

Another abandonment, it was calling me! 

Anybody in their right mind would take one look at that and go "yeah that just isn't for me" and walk away...

We are the first 5 minutes of supernatural

Abandoned darkroom, truly my area

Most, if not all, of the graffiti was unimaginative

The bones of a former university

We thought it looked soft grunge

Main reception?

Most of the rooms looked pretty much the same, and this place was massive

A fair chunk of this abandonment was in darkness

The hallways felt much like a horror film

Perfectly surreal

Much of the same...

This room was the last room we could capture, we hadn't seen nearly half of this abandonment when we heard dogs not too far off in the distance. We thought positively and had theories of somebody just walking their dogs but we found ourselves to be mistaken quite quickly when we heard the purring of a small car at the foot of the building. We hid behind a small door in a dimly lit room, there were what sounded like 2 large dogs barking  and all of a sudden there was movement below us on the bottom floor. Fortunately we had gone upstairs a few minutes earlier. By now it is fair to say our adrenalin was pounding in our ears; leading us to fear the worst: someone was on the ground floor below us! It had to be security... 

As we were both having mild panic attacks in between whispered cut off sentences of anxiety that mostly consisted of 'we're going to jail' 'we're screwed'. Suddenly our mind's and bodies decided to go into survival mode; in the blink of an eye, we had a game plan. It was time to get out of there, preferably without the involvement of handcuffs. We pitter pattered down the hall to get back to the entrance of the staircase, we could hear the dogs feint barking in the distance, and assumed that security had moved to a different building on the campus. Open air now filled our heaving chests, no longer could we hide in the shadows. With movements propelled by eager feet we ran down the stairs, our eyes struggling with our pace. With speed the number one concern it became hard to avoid stepping on glass or large plastic objects that would make noise; noise that would give us away...

We had made it back to the photography building where we had entered; from there we would race for  a small hole in the fence that screamed freedom!  With our survival mode still in action it was 3, 2... 1! We were running across campus like mad things, holding up bra's and pants, trying to be as quiet and swift as possible, vaulting over construction equipment and other decaying elements of the college. 

As we made it to the hole in the fence, waiting there with it's tow-bar reaching our to our faces, was a white ute with a man waiting in the car. 'We're done for' 'he's waiting for us' 'he knew we were in there' 'we're going to jail for sure' and then in the middle of all the frightened mind chatter, there was the somewhat unrealistic thought: 'if we get out of here before the police come, we can't get arrested'. Which looking back on now is extremely wrong, but it got us out of there. 

In conclusion, we walked out of there like 2 women of confidence who didn't have time for anyone's business. Once out of sight, however, we ran like frightened chickens to the safety of my little car parked a street away. After having driven about 2 blocks, we realised we are teenage hooligans.