“Heaven is Here” All gilded and golden yes I’m your girl Hell, if it glitters, I’m going And every song I wrote Became an escape rope Tied around my neck to Pull me up to Heaven
Erica | Modeling and Photography
@ericasversion.bsky.social
Artist, nerd, historian, boudoir model dabbling in photography. Happily like other girls. My body, MY choice. (Blocks all gross commenters immediately and without remorse) —- Boston-based but travels, DM to collaborate or hire.
The witchcraft, the medicine, the spells and the injections The harvest, the needle protect me from evil The magic and the misery, madness and the mystery Oh, what has it done to me? Everybody scream
Grab me by my ankles I’ve Been flying for too long I couldn’t hide from the Thunder in a sky full of song And I want you so badly But you could be anyone I couldn’t hide from the Thunder in a sky full of song
It’s my birthday today and it’s monochrome Monday. Here’s to 41!
Perfume and milk, the body in bloom. The falling leaves, the fallen fruit.
And the arms of the ocean are carrying me And all this devotion was rushing out of me And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me But the arms of the ocean delivered me Though the pressure's hard to take It's the only way I can escape (Never let me go, never let me go)
Moody Monochrome Monday courtesy of @thebeardandlens.bsky.social
More like an anima crawling into a cave than a romance heroine being swept away. And love, was not what I thought it was. Photos by @randompantsfoto.bsky.social
It’s Friday night and it’s kicking in. In that pink dress they’re gonna crucify me. Oh and you in all your vibrant youth, How could anything bad ever happen to you? You make a fool of death with your beauty and for a moment… (Pics by @michaeljbambuch.bsky.social )
Deep in work and life chaos but i was thinking today of the first time I got behind the lens and made myself the subject. I’ve improved a lot since then but I’ll always have a soft spot for these photos because it felt like a big scary thing. Do the scary thing!
Want me to love you in moderation Do I look moderate to you? Sip it slowly and pay attention. I’ve never made it with moderation No, I’ve never understood All the feeling was all or nothing And I took everything I could Can’t hold it back I can’t take the tension Oh, I’m trying to be good…🫦
Happy International Women’s Day everyone. Go say thanks to a woman (getting her wet is a bonus)
Sympathy Magic And a light coming in the window just so And the wind through my fingers The only god that I know And it does not want me on my knees to believe Head high, arms wide Aching, aching, aching, and alive Come on tear me wide open, til I’m losing my mind, til I cannot contain it…
You saw the stars put in front of you Too tempting not to touch But even though it shocked you Something’s electric in your blood (Photos by @randompantsfoto.bsky.social )
Bedroom Hymns This is his body, this is his love Such selfish prayers and I can’t get enough
“No Light” Suffragist and journalist Ida B Wells wrote that “the way to right wrongs is to turn the light of truth upon them.” Let that remain true. (Sound on, photo by @paulmeshallow.bsky.social)
In case I haven’t been clear. I love winter. I love snow. I do NOT love 🧊 and it should be melted ASAP by whatever means works best. (This is not about weather) Photos by @bellyythebutton.bsky.social
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone. No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden. No more dreaming like a girl so in love so in love with the wrong world. (Photos by @randompantsfoto.bsky.social )
You could have me if you weren’t so afraid of me. It’s funny how men don’t find power very sexy, so this one’s for the ladies. Do I drive you crazy? Too feminine to function—a pile of bodies and a trail of destruction. (One of the Greats, Florence and the Machine) 📸 by Annika Roser
I’m in the grip of a hurricane, it’s going to blow this all away. (Photos by @radical-pp.bsky.social )
And I am wound so tightly I hardly even breathe You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release So tired of being careful So tired of being still Give me something I can crush Something I can kill And I'm afraid Oh don't let it find me And I'm powerless Oh don't remind me
Embarking on my 2026 project using the catalog of Florence and the Machine. Here’s to a year of fluid posing, moody witchy vibes, and romanticizing the hell out my life. “Made myself mythical, tried to be real” (Daffodil) Photo by Note to Self Boudoir
We love a monochrome Monday. It’s almost time to unwrap presents 👀👀 (Photo by Katherine Henry)
But if you’re going to make me do it, how’d you want it done? Is it best to sip it slowly, or drink it down in one?
Monochrome Monday, editing a chair tutorial.
Off to Venice and Amsterdam. Enjoy this one from a NYC shoot back in March (@stevephotos1 on IG)
Snow: Silence falls around I shiver. Delighted. Peace. A snowball hits me.
Infinite:: Moments tick away Time passes, and yet, with you Love feels infinite (One year ago today, what a wild ride)