Rosie hardy

Georgia Rose Hardy

"...our breath falls from our mouths like tiny rainclouds" - Radical Face/Electric President twitter / blog / website! / formspring / facebook rosiehardy.com the ladder is made up of two pieces of string held together with kirby grips (bobby pins for all you americans!) :)

Rosie Hardy- cool shadow idea

Today was a good day! Me and my best friend James are going out later to have a Yay-Rosie-is-finally-going-to-America-to-see-Aaron meal! I am hopefully going to drop philosophy after half term, and I may even be allowed to take portraits of people at school and friendship groups and sell them to fund my move to america next year! Being an international student means its illegal to work there, and I don't fancy making Aaron do all the work for us both/starving, so I'm trying to save as much…

Fairytale photography can bring the magical stories from your childhood back to life. Let these captivating photos by fantasy photographers take you on a journey!

**Shadows** can add a lot to a photograph. They can emphasize emotions, create surreal images, and be used in a variety of ways. While strong use of shadows in color photographs tends to be mostly used in silhouettes, it can also appear in a variety of other forms in color photos as well. In my opinion though, shadows are most powerful when used in black and white photographs…

I apologise for the lack of variation in my photos lately. I have a thing of going through phases when it comes to photography - I had the portrait phase, the white wall phase, the sky phase, the wings phase, and now I am hooked on the on-top-of-a-hill phase. I assure you, this too shall pass. Meet Julius. He is a mannequin I borrowed from school, I have been hoarding him until I thought of a good enough concept to include him in. You may have seen his various body parts in other shots I…

“When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? It accepts, it heals, it allows. But it also devours.”

I knew it was coming, I could hear the sirens singing for days before. In the past, I'd run and hide - ashamed of the chaos I'd undoubtedly leave behind. This time, though, I stood still. I felt everything. It was only standing in the eye of the storm, that I finally understood it - why I self-destruct the way I do. Then, I began to heal.