My clone.

My clone would be awesome. She would be everywhere I can't be. She would do the hard stuff, the boring stuff, the stuff that pays the rent. She would go to work for me when I am sick. She would never complain.
She would be constantly available to get shit done when I have places I'd rather be. She'd prevent me from disappointing people that mean the world to me.
She'd lay next to me and stroke my hair when I cry because I'm so scared of what the future will bring. She'd rub the constant pain in my neck and back. She would be my best friend. My cohort. She'd never tell my secrets and we'd agree on everything.

My life got hit by a tornado in the past 6 weeks. I was badly injured in a car accident and then things at my job started to fall apart. I've taken a hiatus from modeling for an undetermined amount of time.

I have no idea what is going to happen next. I just hope that all the people in my life understand that I can't be who they need me to be right now. Because I don't have a clone. And I've got to handle shit all on my own.

We Fear Change.

I like consistency. I like when things are planned and ready to go. I hate uncertainty and the unknown.

Right now I'm going through some major life changes and experiencing a lot of anxiety over the whole thing. There are some great possibilities on the horizon, but to reach them I will have to leave behind a place in which I have been very comfortable for a very long time. To put it bluntly - I'm terrified.

It's snowing outside right now. This is an unusual occurance here in Houston, Texas. Most people are enamored with it. Taking pictures and ooh-ing and awe-ing. I personally find no joy or beauty in it. To me it just looks cold and makes me want to crawl back into bed and not come out until Springtime when the sun is warm again.

But alas, I must find all the inner strength I have and go out into the world to take care of business and do things properly.

*In other news* I would like to cangratulate my dear friends Gabe & Vanessa who had a beautiful baby girl last night. Welcome to the world, little Lily.

Now, enjoy some naughty photos and stay warm tonight!

These photos were taken by Mr. Alan Perkins.

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Spectre

I am a shell of a person right now. Exhausted in every way a person can be. I've been working like crazy and apparently it's showing on me in ways I didn't even know.

I went to my usual massage place today and the therapist actually asked me if I was 'under the influence of something'. She said another massage therapist thought the same thing last time I came in. WTF?!? I was a little bit offended as I explained to her that I keep odd hours and simply roll out of bed when I come for a massage. I didn't know that paying money for an hour of relaxation required me to dress up and be really chipper. Sorry about that. Geezus.

In other news, I am a bit saddened by the fact that this season of the Texas Renaissance Festival has come to a close. I was able to make it up there 4 times this season and I had such fun. I can't wait until the Scarborough Faire outside of Dallas this spring!

Well, enough talk. Let's get down to business. There are tons of awesome photos to post! This set, which I like to call "Spectre" is from photographer Don Ritchson. Enjoy!

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Mr. Tibs

So, for the past several months I've been hearing this scratching and rustling sound coming from my attic. Oh great. There's a creature living up there. I've been too afraid to go up there and investigate so I decided to live in peace and harmony with the creature, whom I have affectionately been referring to as "Mr. Tibs".

Well, today Mr. Tibs went too far. He was being especially scratchy and making a bunch of racket, so I decided to arm myself with not one, but 2 flashlights and a long metal stick.

I climbed up into the attic and slithered my way into the furthest, darkest corner where I found two eyes staring back at me.

Mr. Tibs is an adorable little squirrel. He stood there frozen (like a squirrel in flashlights) before he ducked out of sight.

I don't know what to do. I think I've found his point of entry, but I don't want to wall him up inside and have him die a slow, miserable (and probably smelly) death.

I don't want to poison him. But I also don't want the little fucker chewing up my wires and insulation.

Sigh. What to do. For right now, I'm doing nothing. And Mr. Tibs will live to see another sunset.

I don't just make art, I AM Art.

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A shot by FlirtynFun Photography.

Rob Zombie LIVE!

This week in leui of a traditional 'Photo of the Week', I've got a few awesome shots I took at the Rob Zombie concert! It was so kickass! I went with my best girl, Natalie and we rocked out! I have the biggest crush on Rob Zombie and I'm so glad I finally got to see his amazing live show!
Enjoy!
*Special thanks to Troy from the band Leatherbal for hooking me up with these great tickets!

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Me and Rob. We're cool like that.

Superbeast!

More Human Than Human!

The Original Hellbilly!

Natalie and I survived the craziest mosh pit!

Next week I promise to post a traditonally naughty Photo of the Week!

xoxox,

Roxy

Boxing Roxy

"If I stop today, it was still worth it.

Even the terrible mistakes that I have made,

and would have unmade if I could.

The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul...it was worth it.

For having been allowed to walk where I have walked.

Which was to hell on Earth, heaven on Earth...

back again, into, under, far inbetween, through it, in it and above."

-Gia Marie Carangi

These incredibly badass photos were taken by the incomparable Kerry Beyer.

Got to www.kerrybeyer.com right now. Get him to take your picture. You will not regret it.

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You Spin Me Round Like a Record Baby.

I'm getting really tired of having so much hair. I know, it's only chin-length but I miss my rad pixie cuts and fauxhawks. It's only a matter of time really....

Until I chop it off enjoy some photos while it's still long(ish).

These were taken at Vinal Edge Record Store on Veterans Memorial in Houston. Go there. They have so many rad vinyls. I was tempted to buy some after the shoot was over.

Photographer: Heiden

Someone Actually Wrote This About Me.

The person shall remain nameless, but I almost cried when I read it because most people can only hope to be seen like this through someone else's eyes...
I'm completely undeserving and as flattered as a human being can possibly be.


"At this moment, I feel the need to write this note about one of my favorite people ever. I know she's probably going to read this and think that I'm putting her on a pedestal, but how can I not? I'm attempting to write this without irony, but simply put: she is better than us. I mean, just look at her. Luckily, for those of us that notice, she is beautiful on the outside. She is a model/actress/goddess/bartender. And that seems pretty cool.

I'm going to try tosum her up in the three basic stages I've seen her in:

1. Cute Roxy: Fucking cute cute cute. Puppies, babies, retarded kids and all other things cute have nothing on this display. Jeepers!
One simple example: I skipped classes one day. The responses; Friend 1: slaps me, Friend 2: self-righteous as usual, Roxy: high fives all around.
Fuck Yes! When she feels like it, she can turn on that fountain of charm. She turns on the cute switch and us boys, for a few moments, are in her control. I don't want to meet the type of person who doesn't enjoy this. Cuteness all around. And I can't get enough.

2. The Lioness: "Miller Lite" (instead of 'Can I have a Miller Lite?'),
"Did you do that on purpose or did somebody play a prank on you?" (about her hair). "Something, something, something you fucking dike."
These idiots have no fucking idea of the power they are toying with. She does all in her power to keep from incinerating these dickbags from any of the ninja/samurai/some cool third thing moves she keeps hidden way up her sleeve. It's all Roxy. She knows it's not polite to completely fuck your shit up so she holds it back. Sometimes, it hurts her inside. The price of being a goddess.
Another example: After a particularly stupid night, I became a damaged person. Roxy was informed. She hugged me for what felt like hours. I felt like a person again.

3. The New God: That's a pretty huge title but i'll attempt an explanation. Photographers/producers/directors: they're all over that shit. And who could blame them? They want to capture the essence of what they think is a perfect person. If only they knew how right they were. Her curse is that she is also beautiful on the outside. I mean, fuck. Yep. There's no way around that. She is a female Adonis. Whatever that is. Perhaps Roxy's only flaw. But who could blame her? Would you fault Charles Bronson for being a fucking badass, or Winston Churchill for saving western civilization? Wait. Oh. You would. Really? Nevermind then."

Vamping Out.

What is the world coming to? People read one little 7th grade reading level vampire series and suddenly, they think they are scholars on Vampire Lore. Yes I'm talking about the pop culture phenomenon known as Twilight.

Let me start by saying, I have not read the Twilight saga. I prefer to keep it above a 7th grade reading level, thanks. I did however, read a lot about the novels and their plots and see the movie. (I just had to know what all the fuss was about.) And the fuss was about pretty much nothing if you ask me.

Twilight is basically a rip off of a thousand other better vampire stories. Only, Twilight has the fun little distinction of also being a veil for Mormon Abstinence Propaganda. The main character is a mousy little chick with no personality to speak of. She's simply a placeholder for girls to project their own personalities onto. This works especially well for young girls with little self-esteem. It's all a metaphor for girls who weren't pretty enough to get the hot guys in high school. The vampire is the jock. The girl is the smart, artsy chick that no one understands. I'm talking to you, Stephenie Meyer.

This rant is the result of a funny little argument I had recently with a couple friends. These friends claimed that Edward, the vampire star of Twilight would win in a fight with the Vampire Blade (who happens to have dedicated his entire life to being a super efficient Vampire hunter with all of their strengths and none of their weaknesses.) I know, I laughed too.

It got pretty heated, and my brain almost exploded. Since I was 12 years old I have done extensive research and studies on Vampire Lore. I endured relentless teasing in school because I wore a T-shirt with blood spray on it that said "Drink from me and live forever." Thank you, Lestat. I've spent years reading vampire fiction and if asked, will gladly name all of the ways that Twilight unoriginally rips off a dozen other vampire novels, short stories and films.

My point, and I do have one...is I don't mind if people enjoy Twilight. Have at it. Just don't expect me to enjoy it with you, or even have a shred of respect for it.

Recommended Reading:

Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles (all 12 of them...no cheating!)
Bram Stoker's Dracula
Stephen King's Salem's Lot
Charlaine Harris's Sookie Stackhouse Series
Whitley Streiber's The Hunger

Recommended Viewing:

Near Dark
The Lost Boys
Blade II (the best in the series)
Interview with the Vampire
Underworld

More interesting reading: See what others think in this hilarious thread on Model Mayhem! http://www.modelmayhem.com/po.php?thread_id=487964&page=1#last

For being such good boys and girls and listening to me rant, here are some hawt photos of me in full Vamp mode.

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New York Doll.

Hello Loves!

Last night I returned from my trip to New York City and I slept for 16 hours. That should tell you how exhausted I am! When you live in Houston, you get in your car to drive a quarter-mile. In NY, you walk....everywhere.

The weather was gorgeous in New York and Natalie, Crys, Melissa and I had a fabulous time shopping, eating delicious food, and drinking wine all night long! I also had a photoshoot with New York photographer Brian Burk and I'll post those images very soon!

We stayed in Park Slope, a lovely trendy neighborhood in Brooklyn. We went to the Guggenheim, Times Square, Central Park and tons of other awesome NY sites. I bought some one-of-a-kind designer fashion in SoHo and some awesomely junky trinkets in Chinatown.

All in all, it was a fun, fabulous trip and I can't wait to go back!

Now enjoy some photographic highlights...

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In Central Park

At the Guggeheim Museum

In Times Square.

Going to my on location photoshoot!

Me, Melissa, Crys & Natalie at Steinhoff.

A Model's Life: Behind the Scenes

I am so excited to share these images with you all! You always get to see the finished products of my photos, but here's a little peek at what goes into creating those images! Special thanks to Noah Green for taking these for me!

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It's My Life.

Pretty much sums it up. Figuratively, anyway.

Dedicated to all the men in my life...

The Aviator

My computer is between two floor-to-ceiling windows. I never open the blinds. Mostly because I live my life in the dark hours. Right now though, it's that moment in the morning when the sun is moments from rising. It's dim outside, but the blackness of night has faded away leaving the world with that lovely blue tint. It's like looking through a photo filter. Nothing stirs in my world except for me and the chorus of birds outside that have just begun their morning song.

A few days ago I looked outside and noticed my dog was barking at the ground awkwardly. Just as I opened the door, to my horror, she grabbed the object of her interest in her teeth and flung it across the yard. A bird. It screamed. I screamed. We screamed. I raced over and shooed Violet into the house. I looked down at the frightened little aviator and my heart broke, because I knew...it was going to die. I scooped the little creature up into my hands and carried it out the gate, setting it beneath a tree where my dogs could no longer terrorize it. It saddened me that the bird was probably going to die there in the Texas heat, but I couldn't bear the thought of killing it myself. So I decided that nature would take it's course. I was comfortable with that.

Moments later, my friend Natalie arrives at my house. We chat and look stuff up online for a bit. She tries on some of my clothes for a party. After about an hour, she departs and I jump in the shower to ready myself for the party mentioned above.

I'm feelin' good and lookin' fine when Brooke and Tony arrive to pick me up for a night on the town. As we walk out to my driveway I see the little bird again. Only this time, it's a flattened smear on my driveway. Apparently, Natalie ran over it when she left my house.

I was sad, but also a bit relieved. At least it went quickly and did not have to suffer.

Natalie doesn't know.

Punk Sexy

Two months ago when I decided to get off my ass and take modeling "seriously", I had no idea if anyone would take notice. My worries quickly turned to dust as the offers started pouring in from photographers all over America. I'm not really into running myself all over the map, which is cool because I have gotten the opportunity to work with some respected, world-class photographers right here in Texas!

This past weekend I was lucky enough to be the featured model for the Houston Glamour Club run by kickass photographers BobbyG and Lee of FotoFusion. I had an amazing and educational experience working with the group and am considering participating in future meetups as...a Photographer!

That's right kids. I've picked up a lot of information being in front of the camera and I think I'd like to start seeing what it's like on the other side. Lord knows modeling can't go on forever. But I'm not sad, I'm excited that I may have figured out what I want to be when I grow up!

So, until next time...please enjoy these photos from the shoot.

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In My Head at Dawn

Remember John Stamos on Full House? I was a little kid when that show was on, but Uncle Jesse was definitely one of my first crushes. I bring this up because as I was deciding what to wear today, I came across the T-shirt my friend Sky got me for my birthday last year. It's a Jesse and the Rippers shirt. That was Uncle Jesse's band on the show. He sang lead and played guitar until the band broke up and he formed another group in which he played drums and sang. Thank you, Wikipedia.



I opted to wear an Element Skateboards shirt instead of the Jesse & the Rippers shirt, but it got me thinking...



Is anyone else pissed that even though Uncle Jesse wore leather pants and had a totally 80's rock mullet - he and The Rippers played really light -forgive the term- pussy pop? With a name like The Rippers, you'd think they...well...ripped! Sadly, their music was less Whitesnake and more Beach Boys. Sigh. I still love you Jesse Kastopolis.


I'm thinking of taking some time off in July. I find myself overwhelmed with obligations. I haven't been a very good friend lately, and I'm nearly intolderable to be around right now. I have foolishly over commited myself to a lot of projects. It's making me miserable. Today I heard someone say: "If something brings you more unhappiness than happiness - stop doing it."

So I'm putting my foot down. No more people-pleasing. I'm going to have to learn to say no.

But right now I'm saying yes - to sleep. It's a bad sign when you're nodding off at the computer. So Goodnight my Darlings. The sun will be up in less than an hour.

Jean-etically Speaking

Girls will understand this. You know that pair of jeans? The ones that you keep tucked away in hopes that someday you'll fit into them again. Well, today I put mine on - with ease. I haven't been able to wear them since last fall.

Just sharing that because I am proud of myself. It did not come easy. I loathe exercising. I refuse to do it. So instead, I changed my diet. I won't lie to you. It sucks and I would seriously uppercut someone for a slice of chocolate cake right now.

But it was all worth it today when I slipped into those Lucky Brand Jeans and twirled around in front of the mirror. (Topless, of course.) It was also worth it when I posted the last Photo of the Week without any figure help from Photoshop.

And now a message for the guys. I am being told by many of you have not signed up for updates because your girlfriend would get mad at you. I suppose I can respect that. Or I can suggest you do like some of my followers and use a fake name! Let's be sneaky together.

I leave you all now with a photo from a shoot I had last week with the awesome Ron Davis of Reactuate Photography. I had an amazing experience working with him and Makeup Artist Janet Tillsman.

P.S. I do not know how to play the Violin.

Candid, in between shots.

I Shot Myself

Hello My Sugar Plums!

The past few weeks have been a serious whirlwind in RoxyLand. Ever since starting my weblog and joining Model Mayhem the offers have been pouring in. I have photoshoots booked for every weekend in May and June is filling up fast. I'm trying to remember to stay relaxed and not let myself get overwhelmed! Feel free to take me out for a drink, bake me cookies, or just pet my head.

I am just moments away from posting the new Photo of the Week, and I just know you're gonna love it!

Bonus: Today I went out and bought a rad new camera. I decided to experiment with it. I could have taken pretty pictures of flowers, but thought it might be more fun to take my shirt off and photograph myself using the camera's timer. What do you think....?

Now keep in mind, these are not examples of my best photography, but rather me playing around with different exposures and features on my new camera!