Faye Daniels

The last of it.

The last couple shots from the hotel with weird thoughts and never fully explain anything.

Is there any way I can make money lounging around in cute lingerie, eating snacks and watching movies?

2025-07-30 14:00:04 +0000 UTC View Post

Aftershock - A Week of Masks 25-31

(Please note this week includes a total of 5 masks, there were a couple that were taken out of the mix but I've left all the masks with their original numbering to keep things straight on the back end.)

Mask25
Working Title: The Quiet Parade
Description: A diagonal cascade of sequins and beaded vine...

Bits and Pieces

A little more of things from the hotel from a couple weeks ago.

Good booty and I like the shape my body has in this pose.

I like this pose.

2025-07-23 14:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post

Aftershock - A Week of Masks 20-24

Mask20
Working Title: The Electric Hermit
Description: Coiled in dark forest greens with lightning-bring neon tracing its contours, this mask hums with a strange internal charge. Pom-poms sit like oversized earmuffs, muffling the noise of the outside world, while a fringe of glowing tendrils spills downwar...

Go Marry Yourself - BTS

This is normally what happens when I shoot and have an assistant helping. Pizza, diet cokes and music. Luckily the record left in our room at Check In was Michael Jackson's Thriller. We also found Songs from Hawaii and Broken Social Scene in the vinyl library. The person I was with had never heard Broken Social Scene before - what a treat!

This week in photos....

I'm currently very into good PJ looks:

And my new steam curlers:

Thinking about doing this to my hair: (What do we think?)
2025-07-19 15:03:30 +0000 UTC View Post

Why Don't You Go Marry Yourself 2 - Vows In Full Colour

Dear Self,

Look at you.

Standing in the centre of your own room.
Wearing red. Laughing with your whole face.
Being too much on purpose.

There were years you tried to shrink —
your voice, your body, your grief, your joy.

You tried being palatable.
You tried playing nice.
You tried disappea...

Aftershock - A Week of Masks 15-19

Mask15
Working Title: Burning from the Inside Out
Description: This mask pulses with heat. A raw centre flares upward--fur like a flame, sequins like heat distortion, threads like a warning flare. It wears its stress like war paint. This is the face of sustained alertness, of adrenaline as a lifestyle, of ...

Animal Magnetism

Welcome to Animal Magnetism—a one-woman zoo where trauma wears push-up bras and plastic party hats.

Each image is a middle-aged, fat, disabled, queer woman serving you bedtime absurdity with a side of existential dread. Shot in my self-imposed quarantine (aka bedroom asylum), I play dress-up in children’s birt...

Victoria Erickson knows what's up

Aftershock - A Week of Masks 10-14

Mask10
Working Title: The Veil Between
Description: Cloaked in draped fringe like ceremonial hair or a mourning shroud, this mask feels suspended between softness and sorrow. One eye spirals inward while the other gazes outward--witness and mystery. It holds the frief of becoming, layered with beauty, burd...

More from the Hotel with a side of Sparkle

Again, simply going through these with notes. I don't "love" any of them. I brought this dress and was so excited to experiment with it but as I've been losing weight I guess this got too big and I didn't realize. Note to self, try everything on beforehand.

ABOVE:
I love how you can see the spark reflection on the wall.

2025-07-05 16:00:10 +0000 UTC View Post

Aftershock - A Week of Masks 5-9

Mask05
Working Title: Ember Bloom
Description: A blaze of colour wrapped in curls and coils, erupting in florals. This mask doesn't hide -- it announces.
Verse:
"I curled in on myself
until the spark caught.
Now I burn
in velvet bloom."

2025-06-30 15:00:14 +0000 UTC View Post

Are the daily masks too much?

I dunno....there's so many I don't want to bother you guys. I don't know how to showcase these through the project. Ideas? Suggestions?

The Ghost Who Refused to Disappear

I had a dream that left a mark.

In it, I was a daughter in a family of witches—three siblings ruled by a cruel and controlling mother. She demanded absolute obedience, drained us of joy, and turned our old cottage in the woods into a silent dictatorship. Eventually, we could take no more. Each of us began crafting magical tools in secret...

Aftershock - Mask04

Mask04
Working title: Battlepink
Description: Regal and raw. The pink tufts scream softness while the texture below says: I've survived.
Verse:
"I wore pink
like armour.
This isn't pretty --
it's warpaint."

Aftershock - Mask03

Mask03
Working Title: Quiet Bloom
Description: Ringlets rise like petals curled in defense. A blooming silence presses beneath stitched restraint.
Verse:
"My voice was a garden
trimmed down to hush.
This bloom learned
how to whisper."

Aftershock - Mask02

Mask02
Working Title: Echo Sentinel
Description: A solemn mask draped in metallic fringe and quiet tons. It watches the fault lines and listens for the next wave.
Verse:
"I stood where silence
folded over sound--
and waited
braided in the stillness."

The things I think when I look through photos

This is probably going to be an "odd" post especially since I'm classically terrible and choosing one "winning" image when I shoot but I'm going to walk you through my thoughts as I look back through some of the photos taken when I shot at the hotel.

ABOVE: (Photo01)
I enjoy that I'm standing over the light, almost like a have a shini...

Aftershock - Mask01

Mask01
Working Title: Seismic Veil
Description: Bands of vibrant texture spiral outward like soundwaves. The fringe below shimmers like aftershock tremors - loud but silent.
Verse:
"I wore the noise
so it couldn't wear me,
I shimmered my silence
in electric yellow."

I Thought I'd Be Further Along By Now

I keep waiting to feel better.

It's been months. Of therapy. Of healing work. Of letting go of the life I thought I needed. And still, there are days where I wake up and I can’t—can’t start the course, can’t pick up the camera, can’t find the thread that makes me feel like me.

I thought once I understood w...

Aftershock (Working Title)

Project Summary

This project began as a commitment to creating a self-portrait each day of transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS) treatment. As the process unfolded, it transformed into something more visceral: a daily ritual of making a mask after each session. These masks—handcrafted from paper and adorned with yarn, ...

My Life in Photos

Lately:
I bought this peony 4 years ago, this week it finally bloomed.

New air conditioner at night.

2025-06-15 10:58:18 +0000 UTC View Post

A Couple from Yesterday

Everything feels so weird getting back into shooting. Yesterday was a good day but I was at a hotel that I've shot at before - I didn't have good light, there was a baseball tournament of young boys so there was NO chance at opening the windows.....not to mention noise all the time. There internet was acting as if it was on it's last legs the en...

Softness & Blocks: What I’m Learning About Creating While Healing

I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while because it’s something I think many of us go through — and it feels honest to share where I’m at right now with it.

Lately, I’ve been carrying what I can only describe as a strange kind of block around photography.
The thing is — photography is all I want to do. I hav...

An Arrival Ritual

To help your body and nervous system transition from travel / stress / fight-flight into presence / agency / creative readiness.

Sometimes, even when I want to create more than anything, my body holds back. The deeper I go in my healing, the more I realize that photography—especially self-portrait work—isn’t ...

Vows From The Threshold (Marry Yourself 1)

Dear Self,

We’re standing in the hallway between who we were and who we might be.
And it’s a mess.

Nothing is clear yet.
You’re trying so hard to understand—your past, your patterns, the ache you carry like breath.
But every time you name something, five more questions rise in its place.
It’s exhausting.

Y...

The Breakthrough?

I had a dream, and in it, I saw my 20s through the lens of my autism. For the first time in my life, I felt the full truth:
I was terrified.
I never understood what was happening.
I was constantly trying to keep up, to act normal, to not get swallowed by the fear.
I thought that was just life—but now I know, that was t...