When one finds a vintage red car or the epitome of badassery in the form of a Harley Davidson parked nonchalantly by the side of the road, one whips out their photographer friend and takes photos.
And ask if it's against the law to touch such stupidly beautiful private property.
Teaming up with two photographers (fun fact: one my former violin teacher, the other a drum teacher #musiciansrule) and the first person I've met whose name is "May," we walked around taking photos and getting confused about how to respond when either of the photographers shouted out "May."
Lending a hand to trusty ol' scavenging, the striped button down is yet another piece snitched from my father's closet. Thin stripes lining a black canvas, a certain elegance seeps into the masculinity upheld by a shapeless silhouette. Rolling of the sleeves and tucking in of the hem gave further shape to the baggy piece. Accented by pieces I've worn all too many times there is a slightly glamorous element to the otherwise laid back look.
Certainly with the appearance of a sweet, sweet red car, one which I shall never drive unfortunately for I am punctured by a recurring nightmare of crashing a red car with my siblings in the backseat, aesthetic took the front seat and so ensued humdrum posing for the sake of it.
Ripping off of vehicular beauty did not stop there, however, for we chanced upon a sexy Harley Davidson parked on the sidelines of an otherwise hideous alleyway, cracked cement and a garbage dump sitting in regal grace against graffitied walls, a fragrance only dung beetles would be attracted to charming us under 32*C weather.
The mutual thought of making my uncool self seem a thousand times more appealing floated through our heads and thus began an awkward (but externally admirable) shoot with a motorcycle, my vocal chords finding themselves expelling stupid thoughts at rapid fire, "This isn't against the law, right?"
This fact may be sheathed by triviality, but I took photos with an actual camera, guys. For someone whose photos' metadata are marked by service provider names and GPS data, the switch to ISOs and apertures is pretty darn drastic, if you ask me.
This being a fun little project with the photographer, I doubt The Mayden will be seeing a lot of HQ photographs any time soon. Whatever the case, throw me a statement necklace and put me in front of two engined babies and I'll rock that glam.
PHOTOGRAPHS BY ARTHUR JOHN AM
P.S // MY HAIR LOOKS AMAZING IN HD.