“Cause I know you’ve hurt in the past, but if you want it here’s my heart.. No strings attached.”
I’ve been dying to do a puppet theme this whole time, but I wanted specifically to be a marionette you could buy in stores xD. This project has been rattling in my brain for a while now. I was a huge fan of the visuals on the album No Strings Attached by *Nsync. The first song I ever got in trouble for learning all the words to was Lady Marmalade.. you know. “Gitchy Gitch ya ya lady gaga” or whatever Christina was trying to say before P!NK said “Hey, I’ll take that solo!” (That’s actually the second song. The first was definitely “I will Show You Mine” by LFO.)
I promised myself after Watching Movies With The Sound Off, I’d do more music inspired pieces. It’s been my goal to make a sort of Circus series, so here’s my first little pitch toward it.
The new @skgdesigns_ collection dropped today and obsessed with the Storm Full body harness!! The way the new purple satin just HITS WITH THAT @penny_wigs TOO?! you know you can use my code ‘JasemineDenise’ + splurge on some new harnesses?!
I’m obsessed with Penny Wigs, because look at ya girl!! Shop KinkyGirly is doing an Instagram giveaway so I had to whip out one of my favorite collars, that Xylia! I’ll never take off these Toxic Vision pants, and that Midnight Leather bra.. Hits. Different!
I’m trying to put ya’ll on, I remember when I was younger and was just SEARCHING for quality alternative gear. I’m about to give it you, so you can stop shopping at Do–Doll– EW CANT EVEN SAY IT.
I started this month off by writing something very personal for you. It’s about Valentine’s Day, growth, a little venture into my past and of course.. FASHION. I put this outfit together specifically to bring this to you. So I hope you love it. It’s for you and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. <3
Hat: Lack of Color Harness: (Zaria) Shop KinkyGirly Suspenders: The End Lingerie Pants; Toxic Vision Photography: Self portrait by Jasemine Denise Photography
I speak my passion with the volume of my ancestors. Black women are either portrayed as weak victims or angry antagonists and neither of those are right. Being a black woman is a flex because everything you touch your fingers to turns gold. You were born in a world filled with both hatred and admiration for who you are. You can walk straight into a room and intimidate everyone in it. Yet so many of us devote our lives to the good of our people, the betterment of the world, the progress of what we believe in.
Being a black woman is a gift, not just to us but to the world because without that influence, fashion would’ve been bland. Without that nurturing, parents wouldn’t know how to raise their kids. Without that devotion, great men would’ve struggled.
So the next time you think to talk down on a black woman or tell her what she should and shouldn’t do with her body, her narrative, her voice, her being.. remember, a super hero can turn into a super villain real quick. So behave, give praise, and stand for black women every day because the QUEEN said so. don’t wait and let us become another hashtag before you show us love.
Good afternoon.. I’m fighting demons with myself lately. But, some of the fight is just trying to get my brain to stick to the concept that I can love myself even with everything that’s happened to me. It’s hard.
I’ve been quietly struggling with depression lately trying to get out of my apartment. I was originally saving and connecting with a roommate who recently realized they needed to spend a few years being independent so I’m back to hunting on my own.
Long story short ~
I found out that I’m not allowed to operate my studio in the small apartment I’ve been shoved into in the time that I was here. It wasn’t inherently my choice but the relationship I was in went sour and I was pushed out immediately. Over the last two years I’ve been worked my ass off to keep my bills together and keep my car running but it’s been intensely hard. As a photographer, I love being able to have a safe space for my models to create as well as safe space for my models. I can’t publicly fundraise because my landlord needs money and is trying to keep me here. So I’m ready to start over and create/build in a safe space.
I haven’t decided what my largest donations will be but I know it’ll be a custom shoot just for them. So for my $100 funders, after you do it, message me and tell me what your dream photoshoot is and I’ll make it happen!
Thank you for reading. Even if I don’t make my goal, I will obviously spend my free time still creating and making sure to deliver you quality work because YOU are the reason we have been able to flourish and thrive. Thank you doesn’t even begin to cover all the love you guys show us. I will continue to keep updating, most likely onPatreonon the situation because I want to finally evolve from this dark space.
Here are some ways other than updating your pledge that you can help:
POV: Record Hunting. You’re in your fourth record store to date, flipping through old vinyl albums from the eighties. You come up on this album. What are you doing? This photo took about five layers in photoshop but I envisioned being on the cover of a record in my head and this is what was born of it. . . Lately, life has been hitting a series of lows. I had to reschedule a city on tour, I got my money stolen, and I essentially got knocked out by fatigue. In those moments, I struggled feeling like I was in a losing battle with the demons of my anxiety and my fear that everyone’s gonna see the truth– that I could potentially fail. . . I was in the height of those thoughts when I created this image. I just kept thinking about how before I wanted to be a photographer, I wanted to be a musician. While I could sing, I couldn’t play instruments or write music but when I became a photographer, I embraced the rockstar lifestyle. Traveling, partying, and creating.. There comes a time in every rockstar’s life where they have to find balance between creating and conquering demons.. Being able to make myself into an 80s Vinyl, shrink wrapped to perfection reminded me that I am the cultivator of who I am. I’m a limited edition LP record that is waiting for your consumption.
Photos won’t do it justice. Words I say, won’t do it justice. “People love you when they’re on your mind.. A thought is love’s currency.”
There’s a poster of my own face in my house. I shot this on my 29th birthday– two years of searching for solace and comfort in the fact that I will always share my birthday with the death of my favorite artist.
I got this table from thrift and carried it all the way home. I timidly set up the space, took all my clothes off, and in that moment felt like a true artist.
Nothing NOTHING I do, say, or feel can sum up the way it feels to look up and see myself in a picture with Mac Miller, as it this is the closest I’ll ever get. That’s okay with me. This moment embodies the feeling of transitioning from a fan to an artist.
“Tell me, tell me I’m the worst. Make you cry and make you hurt. I’m the queen bow down to me, I will leave you out to bleed.”
, because shit got a little too heavy in a writing session this morning and I had to come out with a laugh. I wrote a long description about this project on my model pageJasemine Denise
This was such a strange, fun project to piece together. Like the “Manic” one it was inspired by music but I tabled it because I was like “Why did I do my own makeup for this?”
Been in Identity V hell these past 2 months. They have a skin for my favorite character where the description is that the skin version has an obsession with beauty
And I think you all know exactly who I’m reminded of every time
