Feast

It's Monday evening here. Crap day at work. I need to take the edge off. Except that I've given up drinking a glass of wine during the week. Time to indulge some pure eye candy instead.

These gorgeous shots are by a photographer called Kirsty Mitchell from Kent. She worked as a fashion designer until 2007 when she first picked up a camera. In battling to overcome a personal tragedy she used the camera to lose herself in her art. With a spectacular result. She designs all the sets and clothes herself and produces some amazing work evocative of fairytale - and memories of her mum. I just love these pics. It reminds me of getting a wonderful book of fantasy as a kid and marvelling at the colourful imagery for hours on end.

"My earliest memories were always of the stories read to me by my mother as a child ... how it felt to be curled into her side, listening to the rush of her breath as she paused for effect, before launching into yet another characters voice. She was an English teacher, and read to me almost everyday, to an age I could no longer admit to my friends. She instilled in me the most precious gift a mother could, her imagination and a belief in beauty...... it became my root, and the place I constantly try to return to in my work, and my dreams"