chalk it up to a new start.

Flaxen Tawny pop-up shop in Connecticut November 24th, 2012. Invites to follow…

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summer’s slipping away…

..and once again we will encounter what is possibly our favorite fashion season of all… FALL.

these are some fall inspired images of a couple of shoots we did with the fantabulous Will Haddad this summer that we wanted to share and somehow never got around to it until now.. enjoy these beauties;)

Hair, Makeup, Styling by FlaxenTawny

Photography by Will Haddad

Feather Jewelry by Oscen Designs

All other Jewelry from Fashionmongers

cause my stripes don’t lie ;)

Sometimes when you’re mid-pregnancy, it looks as if maybe you’re retaining water or gained a few extra pounds around the midsection. And that doesn’t feel very good. So what is one expecting mother’s answer to this conundrum? Horizontal stripes, of course.

I’m in Brooklyn for a few days, so I decided to play in Tawny’s closet this morning. I found this off the shoulder, long, striped sweater from Forever 21 that I thought might accentuate my baby bump in a cute way.

But remember, stripes do draw attention to our not so favorite body parts. Know when and where to use them. We wouldn’t want you getting the “how far along are you?” question just cause you ate 37 hot wings and consumed a keg o’ beer.

Let’s keep that under wraps ๐Ÿ˜‰


just one reason i heart flaxen.

other than being my partner, best friend, spiritual advisor, and hair stylist, there is one more thing i love about my flaxen. when she talks fashion and comfort, i listen.

after complaining about what shoes could take me through spring, but not make me more of the jolly (ahem, ahem) green giant i already am, flaxen suggested dr. scholl’s original wooden sandal as one of her old reliable and favorite choices. I too always loved this classic, and yet upon further research I found these:

they came in yesterday. i love them. comfy, cute, clog-y, no; not too croc-y. and they are a perfect match with my vintage high-waist bell-bottom jeans.

hearts off to flaxen;)

where there’s a Will, there’s a way.

January 29th 2011

6:18 a.m.

I awake to my 16 month old kicking me in the side. She is sleeping in my bed because she is apparently teething… again… or she has finally outgrown her pack and play… or I am just a sucker when her dad isn’t around and she knows it. And at 1:30 in the morning she cried until I caved and brought her into bed with me. 6:18, eugh, I can sleep for another 12 minutes. I close my eyes.

6:58 a.m.

Open my eyes. Crap. I’m late. Of course. I jump in the shower, pack up the car, pass off the babe to my big sis and hit the road en route to new york. Half way down route 4 in Burlington, Connecticut, I realize I don’t even know where I’m going. Foreshadowing the day to come?? Yikes, I hope not.

5:12, 5:43, 6:07, 6:34, 6:59 all a.m.

Overtired yet anxious, I didn’t sleep a minute last night. I was so pumped that we finally all had our schedules in line and were able to shoot with Will who we met with way back in September. I got up and walked across the street to Le Petit cafe for a french vanilla coffee. Always aids in my start of my day. I glance at my phone. Jenn texting me she needs hairspray. Then calls to say she doesn’t know where she’s going. And I am the planner in this relationship? OooFF. That’s not saying much.

10:01 a.m.

I call for a car service. Jenn’s in traffic. Four heavy bags filled with makeup, wardrobe styling equipment, my jewelry making materials and of course my MacPro, I hop in the car and meet the lovely Saleh, my Egyptian cab driver convincing me to never leave NY because ‘people like you and me would be bored elsewhere.’ I’m glad he knows me so well;) After an hour together, our life stories told amongst friendly conversation, Saleh charged me 10 bucks less then the quoted price and said he would do the same in the future. Sweet. I guess not every man in NY sucks after all.

10:45 a.m.

Finally making it through the traffic that was apparently created by pothole repairing on the middle of a saturday morning(I guess there really isn’t ever a good time to do road work in new york), I pull off of the west side highway into… snow. Wow, I mean, it just completely slipped my mind the fact that they had just gotten another good dumping of this crap and that their snow removing faculties are not even remotely close to what I have become accustomed to in Quebec. It was a disaster. And I was driving in it. Which also meant I needed to find parking in it. Which was seemingly impossible because each spot that was unoccupied by a vehicle was indeed occupied by a large pile of snow. Sweeeeeetttt…. this ought to be a fabulous day. I call Dana to forewarn that I may be late, and she informs that she is now in traffic as well. Oh New York, how I’ve missed thee.

10:52 a.m.

I continue winding my way around the west village looking for parking as well as the actual location I am supposed to be going to. I have the address and the cross streets but am still not completely certain where this is. I take a left, and then a right.. I’m sure I am almost there. I turn right onto Charles Street to find myself behind a yellow cab who is behind a car who is behind a car who is not moving. The cab driver is standing outside of his car looking over at whatever is happening(or not happening). I am seriously losing all hope at this point. Knowing this city I could be sitting here for an easy 45 minutes. I look in my rear-view. I see nothing. So I do what any new york driver learns to do if they want to get anywhere in this city: I put it in reverse all the way back to 7th avenue… and I keep moving. I smiled and thought to myself, ‘I think this day might not end up so bad after all…’

I took my next right and headed back into the village to find my destination street two blocks ahead of me. As I passed the following street I found a parking place, who was indeed snowed-in, but welcoming enough to accommodate me. I took it. I checked for a firehydrant, a no parking sign, any warning of a possible towing situation, but the snow banks and garbage were piled so high that even if there were something beneath it all, even the city of new york would have no idea. So I unpacked my bags and began walking toward washington. I turned right, and began checking addresses. I was only a block away. I walked up to the studio’s doors and walked in at exactly 11:01 am. It’s truly amazing how luck can just pull a complete 180 when it feels like it.

11:08 a.m.

Shoot time was 11:00. I gave myself an hour from Brooklyn to get to Meatpacking which is close to downtown and normally a 15 minute cab ride away. 8 minutes late and I’m never late. I arrive at a very cool building which is clearly the studio and enter the doors like a whirling dervish, bags hooked on every elbow, shoulder, and wrist and see Jenn at the top of the staircase. Success!

Luck had indeed turned around for the two of us. And now, we have the pics to prove it. The concept: Light and Airy. Goddess-like garden party. Romantic Paris.

Enjoy.

Thank you Will… we had an awesome day and are looking forward to the next shoot…

xoxo

FT

model: Aline Zanella

photos by Will Haddad

Hair, Makeup, and Styling by Flaxen Tawny

calling all actors…

It’s been a long time since I’ve auditioned for something, but I remember the feeling all too well. This sort of nervous excitement, and then the calm that washes over as you begin to speak. You are no longer you, you have morphed and somehow, hopefully, succeeded in becoming someone else. It’s quite a rush actually, and yet after the minute or so, it’s over. You leave and wait to hear, and most of the time you hear nothing at all.

There is so much that goes into this career, so much sacrifice and so much of it is actually pre-determined before you even get the chance to have an audition. I know we like to tell ourselves that it’s what lies within that counts(it’s true!!), but this old adage doesn’t really apply in the world of acting. Headshots are the first impression, and we all know how much impact a first impression has. These photographs are so imperative to an actor’s career, it only makes sense that all steps be taken in order to achieve the dream that lies just in reach… (these steps being hair and makeup… obviously;).

In this coming audition season, leave the first impression they are looking for, before even walking into the room.

Contact us for a consultation.

 

“I like doing films and I wish that I could do more but I still have to audition. I don’t get offered starring roles in movies even though I’ve written and starred in a movie.”

-Tim Meadows

Actor: Adrienne Marra Brown

hair and makeup by Jennifer Marcuson

photography by TAB Photographic

the arctic frost with flaxen…

stuck indoors on a 7 degree evening in brooklyn with my cousin and my tawny and my sleeping baby, I get a little nutty with some scissors, liquid eyeliner, peroxide… and the pentax of course.

brows and makeup – flaxen tawny

hair color and cuts – jennifer marcuson

photos – jennifer marcuson

hotties – soren marra and dana pastore

we love lighting candles…

Another awesome testimonial to Flaxen Tawny’s fashion research:

Jennifer Casserino emailed us this photo of herself in Her Jeffrey Campbell combats that she purchased after reading our do ask. do tell. post from this past June.

jeffrey campbell lace-up combat boots

You can find these boots now at majorly discounted prices-try shopbop.com for select sizes at 30% off…

“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.”

-Buddha