Step into her rowhouse and you’d think you walked into an art gallery. Mimi’s walls wear a vast collection of beautiful women and doe eyed dolls who fill the room with a feminine energy that is sexy but sensitive, soft but tough.
Now her body, her body is an art gallery all it’s own. Over the past, gee, seven years or so, I’ve watched Mimi’s skin collect more and more ink. First, I saw her chest piece emerge. Then, a few more tattoos on her left arm. An old timey bicycle on her leg. The ladies on each side of her neck. Doll face on her knuckles. I started to lose track, but in a good way. Now whenever I see her, she always has some new art, another piece to hang on the gallery.
Mimi also happens to know her way around a makeup kit, and I’ve been wanting to photograph a creatively painted face lately. It was a match made in February afternoon heaven, which was amplified to 11 when Ricky showed up to style her hair amid a Misfits playlist. The three of us collaborated to put together an amazing gothic lolita inspired look and created some new artwork of our own.