POPCORN BRAIN
Founder of creative sex blog 'Was it good for you?'.
Eliza questions the taboos surrounding sex & vaporises the blemishes surrounding it.
Eliza is also an actress and model for Anti-Agency.
You run a creative sex blog called ‘Was it good for you’, tell us more about it...
I do. I think it's quite cool. It's a dashboard for every type of person to submit their stories on the subject of sex, depending on the particular topic I have given out that week. I want people to get creative, using their talents in order to break the taboo that sex shouldn't be out there in the open to be discussed in an exciting way that doesn't need to be dirty or hidden under the sheets.
What are your party essentials?
A really electric partner in crime that will be up for delving out of the corners of the rooms and be ready to paint the dance-floor silver with me.
Have you ever been skinny dipping? What happened?
Skinny dipping. It's a weird term. I don't think anyone who does skinny dipping only dips. It should be called something very different in my opinion. Like Naked boom.
I had a beautiful night with my right hand man this summer where we escaped a cloggy and sweaty club to dance with one another in the river of centre Berlin. I think I still have some of the wet river mud between my feet.
Top party tip?
Don't push yourself. Being the one in the armchair is often the one I wish to be.
Which emerging talents are you into at the moment?
Is it really slushy to say my friends? There are a lot of people I follow that I've never met and I'm excited to see their work but it is my friends that I get butterflies for, when thinking about how strong and powerful they are and will become.
Sophia Downson Collins, for example, is a flatmate and friend who is constantly so filled with original and innovative ideas, so different to my own and any I've seen. She has endless notebooks filled with bold capitals that scream her next adventures, poems, hidden secrets and infinite illustrations of people she'd taken time to watch when no one else had. She wants to be a mime artist and my legs go dizzy when I think of how wonderful her first performance will be.
Local hangout?
In London, its anywhere that can provide a cheaper form of the same alcohol you would get in a pretentious London establishment. I like real old pubs where old men are melting into couches and the smell of Guinness stays in your hair, long after you have stumbled out.
A place that is always a little darker than outside.
In Edinburgh there is a pub called STARBAR with two jukeboxes', a Scottish enthusiastic owner/playwright, and a foosball. I can say I've fallen in love here and in the loo, if you ever find yourself going-there is a piece of my writing, writhing heart.
Most memorable Dirty Stopout moment?
Any night out in Edinburgh that ends in a huge walk up one of the majestic mountains. You have to bring the essentials and then you breathe a very specific air that cannot ever compete with the night tube in London, despite the people you meet in that underground tunnel.
Popcorn Brain or Dust Angel?
Popcorn brain definitely. A lot of ideas all forming at the same time into juicy, caramelised edible things and often all you need to add sugar or salt. BUT. Like popcorn, they are often consumed too fast and never get a chance to watch the end of the movie. Not even the first few minutes.
How long have you been modelling for? Weirdest thing to happen on a shoot?
Modelling is a weird one. I don't really consider myself a model at all. It's a way to pay for the books I buy and the projects I start.
However, I have had some funny experiences and have met some very interesting people. I did a shoot for sunglasses where at the end of the day, once we had warmed up and they had sussed me out they decided to put me in a paddling pool, legs facing up with long elegant heels on. The sunglasses were nowhere to be seen, but attached to my shoes was a prosecco glass. The photographer aimed his camera at my legs and a shaky intern started pouring cheap prosecco into the glass hovering on my shoe. My underwear was wet, my leg was wet and I'm still unsure what it had to do with sunglasses. Were we selling prosecco?
Do you believe in magic?
I did when I was younger. Leaving food for fairies under trees and kicking my cupboard corners and centre before ever going to bed, to ensure that the 'Eliza monster' was not inhabiting those dark spaces. Then there were the Harry Potter and Peter Pan days, where glitter would make me hover off the ground and a school would allow me to walk up stairs that moved. And I think I still do, but I believe its modified and transformed into something different.
I went to Iceland and I saw the same magic I'd seen at a very young age in a place where nature and the things under trees had much more sublimity and power than myself. Then when you fall in love you understand pink skies and the ability to fly. Then when you remain in love, you understand the power of others, and that some can use it for near to evil/or near to heaven. Magic is also being surrounded by creative people where ideas are their firsts and creation is under their fingertips differing from the art of others. Magic is very much alive.
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REBECCA
Shamoon studies Fashion at Istituto Marangoni.
She's amazing because she's 100% herself.
Superpowers include: Reading the minds of others, infectious effervescent energy & a guaranteed otherworldly experience when in her presence.
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