Fuck Affliction .

Guys should not wear bedazzled shirts, unless they're gay. Then bedazzle away to your heart's content.
What I'm saying is...I wear the sparkles and the glitter in this relationship....not you!

This particular set is titled FUCK AFFLICTION and was taken by Trenchcoat Joe.

I fucking love working with him because it's always fun and unpredictable, we love a good challenge and for some reason he has the ability to talk me into doing things for the camera that I don't normally do.

Our self-imposed challenge this time was to take dirty, gritty, naughty photos using only ONE small, handheld light. We got creative and I hope you love the results as much as I do!

Trench makes me feel sexy and amazing and after the shoot we may have ended up in the bathtub....but those photos are another story... Enjoy!

*NOTE* Each of these photos are available for SALE as autographed prints!

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Wet 'n Wild!

Hello My Angels!

I hope everyone is geared up to have a wonderful weekend! I know I am! Tomorrow I leave town and head back to the set of Wayne Slaten's Forever & After to do some pickup shots. I'm pretty excited about this because I had such a wonderful time working with everyone the first go-round, it will be cool to have a mini-reunion!

I'm starting so many great projects in the next several months, I wish I could just hit the fast forward button and get started on all of them. There's one film in particular that I'm stoked about because I get to speak with an accent! That's all I'll say right now!

My life is getting more complicated as my little star begins to shine brighter and brighter, but I'm slowly learning to navigate these uncharted waters. I've worked very hard to get here and I just want to keep on growing as an entertainer and as a person. I'm very lucky to have the opportunity to follow my dreams.

Enough talk. Let's look at some sexy pictures.

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Acts of Piracy!

While I vehemently disapprove of pirating music and films, I am totally cool with dressing like a Pirate and yelling "YARRRR!" at the top of your lungs.

It appears that winter has decided to give us one last death rattle. I'm so sick of cold weather I could puke. Give me sunshine and SPF! Give me tank tops and air conditioning! Give me 100 degrees, baby! I'm ready!

Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day. I'm an Irish girl (if you couldn't tell), but I can honestly say that once I did the research on St. Patrick's Day - I couldn't celebrate it anymore. I learned the truth. St. Patrick was an asshole. A messenger from the Catholic Church sent to Ireland to preach Christianity to the Pagans. And we all know that when Pagans don't want to convert, the Catholic Church says, "Oh really? I hope you like being slaughtered!" So wear your silly green outfits and drink your green beer. I'll be watching TV.

Now, the hypocrisy is not lost on me as I post these photos of myself dressed as a pirate for ROCBAR's Monthly Mayhem party. Pirates were pretty rotten. Dirty thieves, the lot of them. Not so charming and handsome as Johnny Depp.

Though, it's not piracy I celebrate, but rather, Pirate Fashion because let's face it....Pirates looked really cool.

Photos by Colt aka The Digital Mechanic

That's a Wrap!

People are always joking with me about how accident prone I am. I normally think they exaggerate, but even I have to admit that recently I have gotten my fair share of bumps and bruises. One friend, DougB, even suggested that I should be wrapped in bubblewrap.

This lit a spark of inspiration within me, so I got my friend and awesome photographer Stanford Moore on board and took the idea to a whole new level! I proudly give you....

Bubblewrap Couture!

Photos by Stanford Moore
Hair and Makeup by Roxy Vandiver (That's me, duh.)
Bubblewrap fashion made by Me and Stanford. Enjoy!

Check back soon for more hot sets from my photoshoot with Stanford!

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.