Today I’m sharing some photos that were recently revisited from my Scotland trip back in May, many thanks to Entropic Tendencies Barrie Spence doing a few more edits for me. We spent a whole day shooting some boudoir and other outdoor work, which I’ll post soon, but these favourites I couldn’t wait to show.
The abandoned mansion we went to is definately up there as one of the best locations I’ve ever been for modelling. Beautiful, ancient, errie and mysterious. Being a lover of all things enchanting, I’m lucky I get to visit many wonderful & fascinating places that get my mind whirring with narratives, my eyes wide as I take it all in to savour.

It was one of those places you step into and immediately feel a something, a magic and awe, excitement in your veins at the thrill and beauty of it. As you quietly wander from your photographer for a while, exploring each section, aquainting yourself with possibilities, your slow footsteps echo like droplets of water as you tread over rocks and around corners. Looking up from the passageways to broken arches above, black crows suddenly flap & ascend from the rafters, everything is damp and crumbling and delicious in texture.
The feeling of trespass, a resonance hanging in the air… wondering what happened here, how it got to this state and what stories lie within the walls.
At the lowest point of the building were dark doorways leading into underground rooms and corridors, maybe basements for servants or storage. I don’t have any historical background to give you about this place, though I find sometimes facts can spoil the fantasy. Though on other occasions the truth can haunt you, so either way. Being a girl of easily enraptured imagination, I can’t help but let my mind run away with visions of prisoners held captive, crimes hidden away, secret tunnels and underground labyrinths with something living inside…

When Barrie was taking the last shot, he was on the second level up, quite a distance and a walk around the whole house from me down at the bottom. I found it hard not feel that black open doorway breathing right behind me, tempted and waiting like any second it would envelope me into it’s blackness, my little porcelain figure gone forever.

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