I was delighted to shoot Christopher Esber‘s collection for his SS12/13 Look Book and backstage during Australian Fashion Week.
The Quiet Wild.
Step into “The Quiet Wild” of Jaqui Stockdales’s beautiful photographic series showing at Helen Gorie Gallery from April 18 – 19th May.
HELEN GORY GALERIE
25 St Edmonds Road
Prahran, VIC 3181
Australia
Sometimes Launch @ Somedays
Sometimes Magazine: A collection of conversations of fashion, art and contemporary culture.

Please enjoy my fashion editorial Huldra’s Wood below. All props and styling by Jasmine Noir (Gala Curios) and Adriana Picker. Makeup by Molly Oakfield. Model – Carly Taylor at Chic.

ChampFest Magazine Feature
The “La Famiglia” Issue of Champfest Magazine launched in Tokyo last week. I am stoked to have a write up in this fine print publication which can be found inside Colette (Paris), P.A.M (Sydney) , Utrecht (Japan) and Tate Modern (London) as well as a few other speciality stores.

Huldra’s Wood for Sometimes Magazine
Image_ Carine Thevenau
Styling/Props_ Adriana Picker & Jasmine Noir (Gala Curios).
Makeup – Molly Oakfield
Model_ Carly Taylor @ Chic
In Scandinavian folklore, the Huldra, derived from a root meaning “covered” or “secret”, or the skogsrå or skogsfru/skovfrue (meaning “Lady (read, counterpart of a Lord) of the forest”) or Tallemaja (pine tree Mary) in Swedish culture, is a seductive forest creature.
Huldra’s Wood
When early springtime’s night winds sing
around the steaming cattle byre,
and smoke curls high through wicker slats
above the dancing Great Hall fire;
Old women pull the children near,
with knowing looks well understood;
Tonight only a fool would stray
within the groves of Huldra’s Wood.
As daylight leaves the greening fields
and sunset paints the pale sky gold,
As far horizons fade to blue
and nightingales sing shrill and cold;
The adder in his hide curls safe
from those who seek his serpent’s blood,
he sleeps within the old stone cairn
that marks the edge of Huldra’sWood.
Above us rides the scar-faced Moon
amongst the stars in wanton haste,
whilst in the trees the tawny owls
cry shuddering across the waste
that separates our steading from
the Elfhane Host in cap and hood;
they frolic now, unbidden, deep
within the groves of Huldra’s Wood.
Words_ Alan Hodgson














