Self Portrait

TokyoBlack

Installment No.2 TokyoBlack

TokyoBlack

Model: Adora Tokyo 

Photography, Styling, Editing: Nameseugene

Nguyen

Photography Styling Concept Nameseugene
Hair and Makeup Adora Tokyo
Model Ashley Nguyen

Accidents happen

Drowning

Stina

Photography Aaron Hays
Model Christina Omlie
Editing. Styling. Direction. Nameseugene
Minneapolis. MN

No.3 Final

Photography and Concept: Ashley Nguyen
Hair, Makeup, Styling: Adora Tokyo
Post Photography Editing, Model, Styling: Nameseugene

No.2

Photography and Concept: Ashley Nguyen
Hair, Makeup, Styling: Adora Tokyo
Post Photography Editing, Model, Styling: Nameseugene

Most recent collaboration

I had the pleasure of working with the two extremely talented artists behind Nguyen x Tokyo
definitely blessed to know them!


Photography and Concept: Ashley Nguyen
Hair, Makeup, Styling: Adora Tokyo
Post Photography Editing, Model, Styling: Nameseugene

Love Sick

I miss you everyday

And now being only miles from you I can feel your heart beating

I can't forget you. I'm not capable of it. All I can do is remember you. You're like the sweet smell of perfume dancing through the wind to my eager nose. Everyday I inhale your memory, and exhale hopes of being able to call you my own forever. But it changes nothing. You've ruined me my love. You've dashed my hopes of loving another, for it is your love that sits in my heart. It balloons in my mind, leaving no room for even a fleeting thought. Like blood, you pump through me filling every part of body with your searing flow. You've penetrated my life my love. You've settled into my past and present, and with ease drilled into me to my future. 

That is why I cannot simply erase you from my world. That my love is why I can't just eradicate your memory. Do you remember the first time you saw me? Young, fresh, bright eyed and yielding. Do you remember my smile? My hands as they floated down your forearm and into yours, where they fit perfectly, fingers interlaced like stitches. Do you remember my lips as they welcomed yours. They were like steel doors that crumbled to the floor when your breath gracefully blew onto them. Do you remember my body? Soft and pure? Do you remember how it felt to hold it in your arms? Tell me love. Do you remember? 

Because I do. I remember your eyes as they gazed into the depths of my soul. I remember your lips as they gently kissed mine. I remember your hands and their strong and secure grip. I remember your shoulders, as they welcomed my head. Mostly I remember your voice; how it would tickle my ear drums as it poured down my ear canal into my mind. My brain would sizzle with excitement as your sound reverberated into my consciousness. As I do now, I longed to hear your voice. Kiss your lips and lay in your arms. Allow me that again my love. For in your arms I belong.

Love, 

Yours
JW

Taylor

Textures: Mary Catherine

Mandala

Tattoo No. 2

Check back in a few days and I'll have a detail shot of the finished product!!

Textures: Taylor

Vintage Prada

Most recent project: Taylor

 

Meet Taylor
She was one by best buds this last 5-6 months while we both sulked at our horrible luck brining us to Lawton, Ok. I'm thrilled to have met this chick who regardless of her timid, goofy, and coy personality could kick my ass any day! "Bet that, bet that!"

The look I styled came from my interactions with Taylor and a few of the things I learned from working with her. I wanted to create a beautiful image that held a little back.

Taylor, like a lot of people including myself can at times struggle with accepting her physical beauty. People like us cover our most precious side and deepest emotions with a side of our personality that is used to distract others from the things we really battle with.

I placed her under a veil. But not just any veil, a black veil. It represents that covering she dresses herself in everyday. Despite it's beauty, it hides an even greater beauty underneath it.

This woman has got to have one of the most beautiful and charming personalities I've encountered during my career in the US Army. I hope as we continue down our chosen paths I cross hers at least a few more times!

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Nameseugene

Thanks to my two friends Jill and Jessica for being very helpful hands in making this shoot a success.

TokyoBlack

Costume and makeup: Adora Tokyo (http://adoratokyo.com/)
Director and Styling: Nameseugene (http://nameseugene.blogspot.com/) 
Editor: Robert Gooding (http://robjgooding.com/)

Filmed in Northeast Minneapolis, MN in Adora Tokyo's home.

In Production

So once again I had to opportunity to work with the very beautiful and talented AdoraTokyo when I went home to Minneapolis/St. Paul, MN this last week. We danced laughed, bonded and flossed like a MF!
This is just a taste of whats to come. I've got my favorite videographer and editor Robbie Gooding out of Minneapolis churning up some magic!  Keep your eyes peeled!

Model: AdoraTokyo
Hair and Makeup: AdoraTokyo
Photography and Direction: Nameseugene

Hanna: Oiseau de Paradis

Hanna: Oiseau de Paradis

Hair and Makeup: AdoraTokyo 

Direction Nameseugene

Shot Downtown St. Paul, MN

No.3

New Direction
Model Lauren Miller

Hair and Makeup AdoraTokyo

Photographer Aaron Hays
Director.Stylist.Editor Nameseugene

New Direction No.2

Model Lauren Miller

Hair and Makeup AdoraTokyo 

Photography Aaron Hays

Direction.Editing.Styling Nameseugene

A New Direction

Photography by Aaron Hays

Direction-Styling-Editing by Julian Woodhouse aka Nameseugene 

Triangled

Givenchy Red Star

Aaron Hays photography 

aaronhays.com

Camo-flogged

My spirit is trembling in its shell. 

Its lack of fulfillment feels like insects crawling up my legs. 

They burrow their bodies under my skin. Like goosebumps they show up all over. 

Creativity and artistry are the drugs I have chosen to 

snort up my nose, to breathe into my lungs, and shoot up my arm. 

When I'm high on them I feel like I can fly over the world. 

My insecurities fade. My confidence sores.    

My heart races and my eyes see things differently. 

If I could have it my way I would never sober up. 

Dreams should never fade and that high should never fall. 

My elders tell me there's a time a place and a purpose for everything. 

They tell me this isn't my time. They say my time will come eventually.

 But what do you know?

 How do you know that I wont jump in the grind at the ripe old age of 27 

and be spat out with nothing but my sadness to occupy me? 

The truth of the matter is you don't. Do you even understand how I feel?

Do you know what its like to put on a confederate uniform when you are at heart a union soldier? 

Of course you don't. 

You made your commitment to the confederacy before you even knew there was a world outside of your mothers home. 

You weren't forced. 

You willingly wrapped the collar around your neck and placed the leash in the hand of someone that knew nothing of you.

 Like a prostitute you were pimped out. 

Your body was used for a very specific purpose. You were made to feel special like you mattered.You were told by your clients that you could never be replaced.

The truth is, you can be.

But I don't blame you.

Somewhere along the line 

someone told you you had to do it

 if you wanted to see your dreams come true.

Now the lies you were told are the lies you whisper into the wind. 

Smoked

Red Shadows