The end of an era and new beginnings | The sunflowers | Alice X

This shoot is significant in the way that it was my last shoot before UNI and one of Alice’s last shoots due to her retirement of professional modelling. We started out with a vision in mind, and this shoot turned out completely different to what we thought, mostly due to the weather conditions.

I like it a little more because of how moody it is and the memories that go along with this shoot.

Since starting university, I have little to no time, and I regret leaving it this long to post these, but I hope that these bring you as much joy as they do me and that you won’t forget about me as a photographer and artist while I go on my journey to becoming a Registered Nurse. There’s a long road ahead of me, and in a way I feel that this photoset really encompasses the looming feeling that is inside me while embarking on what seems like an endless sea is work and sleepless nights due to assignments, classes and working at my amazing job in between. 

I can’t thank Alice enough for the years of creating that we have done together and how grateful I am that we met through something that we both love doing. I look forward to seeing you in Sweden sometime soon.

Full set of images on Patreon here


Blue Honey

It's the end of the year, and I thought it was about time for another self portrait set.  I have a lot to reflect on this year, and i'll be having a quiet NYE to do so.

 I've gotten better, i've grown out of my anxiety with the help of medication and trauma. I've kept strong friendships alive, i've found a stable relationship and gotten engaged. I've spent way to much money, i've got myself a job, i've gotten into University, i've made new goals and i've found my passion for photography again. (And I went blonde!)  

It's been a hard 24 months, and I don't know what kind of person I would be now if nothing had changed at the end of 2017, but I know that I am now a better person for having experienced that hardship.   I hope you enjoy this self portrait set, and thank-you all my Patrons for supporting me throughout me being sick and for the new people who have seen me grow stronger. Goodbye 2018, bring on 2019.

  FULL set available (Yes, theres more!!) for $10+ Patrons


Delicate Porcelain

I never shoot for perfection or symmetry in doll making. It is our lovely flaws that make us each special.

-Gayle Wray

It is within the flaws that we find simple perfection. Imagine if we had scars on our porcelain dolls, how different would we view their innocence and immortal youth. This got me thinking about the symbolism of pale white skin and it’s association to femininity and fragility. A lot can be said for perfection, but it is all one of the same. Perfection can be duplicated, flaws and character cannot.

This photo set with Selina is inspired by the photographer, Iness Rychlik. Her images convey a powerful message of the pain of beauty and I hoped to capture at least a drop of that essence in these images. I hope you enjoy the images and have a wonderful Christmas and New Year.

Jessica K

Model: Selina Switch

Lucky You


The first time i've shot escort profile images outside of The Medusas project.

I would love to do more of these, so if you know of any escorts or are one wanting images done in my style of imagery, get in contact!

Model: @sexyjjess


Jessica Kirby

One Year Today


These are the teddies I got given in hospital and the roses my ex boyfriend of 4 years gave me just before we broke-up.

One year yesterday my life was completely changed forever... or it was the start of it anyway. On September the 13th 2017, I was admitted to a mental hospital as I wasn’t feeling myself, I was feeling anxious, paranoid and my moods were all over the place. My first day there, I had my own room and I brought little things to make it feel like home, it still didn’t. I went to all of the classes, made new friends and i reported back to loved ones that all was going well. The next few days after settling in, things seemed to get worse... My boyfriend (at the time) said I was just being affected by the environment that I was in and that I would have been better off staying out of hospital, I knew something wasn’t right and I felt like it was the place to fix it.

I was seen by 3 psychiatrists over my stay in the mental ward, I was diagnosed with all kinds of illnesses, none of them seemed to fit... My mental state got worse over this time. I remember screaming down the hall “I just can’t fucking do this anymore” at the top of my lungs- and I’m not one to yell or scream, mind you. I was slowly becoming more and more paranoid, I was convinced people were in my room, I would take photos of my room how I left it and check every detail when I came back. I started feeling ill, I wasn’t eating, I was taking drugs I had no idea what the name of them were, they tasted sour and dry.

Flash forward past the drug tests, the suicidal thoughts and the appearance of voices again. I was at breaking point, I told my parents and my psychiatrist that I couldn’t be in there anymore, we packed my stuff up in record time and I was in the car without saying a single goodbye. I was home.

That afternoon, I changed all of my passwords. Every single one. People were getting in my emails, you see... that’s what I thought. I remember laying on the floor in my childhood bedroom, I was laying on my side looking at my phone completely emotionless and it was uncomfortable- but I couldn’t move. My mouth started to droop, I couldn’t control my speech, I was speaking slow. My boyfriend called me, I wasn’t replying to his texts, as soon as he heard my voice quiet and fragile he said he was coming to get me. I was going to stay at his that night.

Around 10pm that night, I had some weed and decided not to take my pills they had given me at the hospital. My boyfriend was going to crack my back on his, arms interlocked he pulled me up and then as I came down, I hit my head on the edge of his bed. I had my first seizure.

He put me in recovery position, and called an ambulance. Now everything gets a bit blurry from here on out, next thing I remember I’m in the emergency room, my dad got there straight away but my mum was away and getting home the next day or so. I remember being so determined to go to the bathroom on my own, I couldn’t. Every time I got out of bed I would collapse and most times have another seizure.

The doctors said that they had to do some testing on me, that was when they told me I had to take all of my piercings out, all 22 of them which you can imagine I was very upset for, and yes they all closed up. Over the next few weeks my boyfriend became more and more distant, he told me that it was making him sad and hospitals made him depressed so he couldn’t come visit me. I was still hearing voices, one night I was searching for my dog, Raven, under my bed, convinced she was in my room and a nurse came to see me and was very confused about my search, one of the other patients gave me a stuffed dog as a thank-you for talking to her after her brain surgery.

They still had no idea what it was, the mental side and the physical side wasn’t lining up. They tested me for epilepsy and did an ultrasound on me too. Still nothing. That’s where doctor Emily came in, we did a clock test up in the ICU ward, they do this test with Dementia and Alzheimer’s patients. I did this and I put all of the numbers on one side. This is how they new how to test me for a special kind of disease.

They did a spinal tap on me and it came back positive. It was found that I have an auto-immune disorder named Anti-NMDA Receptor Encephalitis, which in simple terms is swelling in the brain. My brain was on fire.

I was asking my parents to bring in fresh fruit for me every time they came as I wasn’t eating the hospital food, I had to learn to eat properly, go to the toilet, shower, walk and do normal human things all again. Doctors would make me push on their hands with mine and feet with their hands when they came in to test my strength, nurses would ask me where I was, what day it was and who the prime minister was. Only at the end I was able to do all of these things at the bare minimum.

My birthday was coming up, I wanted to get out of there, I begged the doctors to go home basically. I was on all of the right medication now and I hadn’t had a seizure in about 2 weeks. I got out on the 18th of October 1 day before my birthday. My boyfriend brought me a teddy bear and roses a few days later, I had always asked for roses. I never seem to get them unless things are in a bad way... He didn’t see me on my birthday.

I had visits from a few friends at the first hospital and some old friends while I was in the second hospital. I started to recover slowly, but my relationship was falling apart, or well... he was drifting away from me. He eventually told me that I had changed as a person and that he didn’t love me anymore. We brokeup.

My life was turned upside down, my brain was on fire and I was alone. I still don’t know if it was the stopping of the drugs, the weed, the head bump or something else that started this... or maybe it was with me for a longer time. The doctors can’t tell me, but I can’t help but think back to that night and wish that it never happened because my life was going so smoothly before that, I had just gone to Melbourne to shoot The Medusas project and I was earning lots on my Patreon. It’s going to take a while to work up to where I was again.

Today is September 13th 2018. I am still seizure free, I’m still taking a lot of medication, I’m engaged to an amazing partner and I’m taking photos again. It’s amazing what a difference a year can make to your life and how your life can change overnight.