Uncover your locks, make bare the leg, uncover the thigh, pass over the rivers

I just found these pictures I took of Marley a few years back. She sat on the wonderful windows which open out from the bed stretched out beneath the sill while I crouched on the rooftop, with a pair of my stockings that I gave to her as the light faded fast.

I put on righteousness, and it clothed me

A group of us disappeared for the weekend to Ralph's incredible estate in the middle of the Leicester countryside. On the Sunday afternoon, after Molly and I had sat drinking gin and tonics in the ballroom in front of the fire, we braved the cold outside to walk around the grounds - stables, dairy and all - where I took these pictures with all the clothes I'd brought.

Much learning doth make thee mad

These were taken in my first few weeks in Cambridge, when it all felt strange and lonely and I'd just stayed up until it got light writing my essays for the first time. Arturo came to visit and we cycled away from the town and my books until we found open, empty fields and tiny paths in tree-covered clearings, where we hid our bikes, walked towards the railway bridges, and took these pictures with our camera hanging from a tree branch.

The dense accumulation of fogs and vapours enveloped the chaos

The last winter I spent in Paris was the coldest I've ever felt - it felt painful to leave the house, and even sitting still for too long at home made us begin to shiver. Maciek was experimenting with infrared photographs, and ended up taking a series of pictures in the Buttes Chaumont in the pitch black of winter nights for Vice. I styled the series with Bambou and Charlotte, which meant bringing all the clothes we'd sorted in huge bags to the park, as well as running around on the icy grass with battery boxes for the lights, struggling to stay upright and keep warm.

For the final picture, we wanted a group of girls running naked as if they were deers caught in the headlights. The six of us who did it in the end built up the nerve in a bar around the corner before, moving from picon beers to vodka drunk straight from the bottle in the vague hope that it would, if not warm us up, numb the cold. In the end it wasn't the cold that forced us to stop shooting, but a park keeper who came across us and attempted to march us all to the authorities. We desperately scooped up the rolls of film while rushing to get dressed, and then made a break for it all the way back to the bar we'd started off in, now giddy with the cold and adrenaline - and perhaps the vodka too.

After we'd warmed up enough we went home for tea sipped in front of the fire, and waited for our feet to regain feeling.

Let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits

Just before the warm weather came, Ben asked me to be in a shoot for Dazed that he was doing based around all of the hippy commune free love images and ideas he'd been thinking about for a while. So we all spent the day in an incredible old manor with dusty floors, high ceilings and flowers hung upside down to dry all around the walls, which had derelict gardens in the middle of a forest just on the edge of London. The day was spent shivering in the grass amongst blankets, huddling around the open fire inside, and trying on wide-brimmed sun hats, all to the strangely muted sound of an old piano played by an old man who was working on restoring the place. These are the pictures as they were published:















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