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Name: Tanya
DOB: 21 Dec 1980
Status: Married with two cats
Residence: Edinburgh
Drive: Silver Toyota Starlet
Height: 5ft2
Hair: Changes frequently
Eyes: Blue (occasionally bloodshot)

Work
I’m a photographer. I get to work with ridiculously interesting people. I love it. I also run styling, modeling and photographic workshops with two seriously awesome ladies, help my taller half with his IT business, do a bit of teaching and work for deviantART.com on a voluntary basis looking after the horror photography gallery. I might get tired but I never get bored.

Music
Industrial, rock, metal, psytrance, some retro. I can get into most music as long as it’s not chart R&B or boy ‘band’ crap. NIN, Pearl Jam, Mike Patton, Keith Caputo, Life of Agony, Disturbed, Chris Cornell, Audioslave, Rolling Stones, Ludovico Einaudi, Bob Dylan, Fountains of Wayne, Flaming Lips, Monster Magnet and countless others. I like lots of different things. It keeps my little pink MP3 player from getting bored.

Films
Anything directed by Richard Linklater, David Lynch, David Kronenberg or Kevin Smith. Headfuck films, scary shit, quality girl-on-girl porn. Anything where the good guy dies at the end. Especially if it’s Tom Hanks. And he dies closer to the start.

Books
Anything by Douglas Coupland, Brett Easton Ellis, Chuck Palahniuk or Dr Seuss. Wilfred Owen and Rupert Brooke. The Doors of Perception by Aldous Huxley. Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel. Wasted by Marya Hornbacher. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice.

TV
HEROES (my drug of choice), Entourage, Prison Break, Lost, ER, Nip/Tuck, 6 Feet Under, Northern Exposure, My So Called Life, Futurama, Two and a Half Men, Las Vegas, Bones, X Files, Lie To Me, True Blood, Sons of Anarchy, Trust Me, United States of Tara and documentaries about nature and fucked up people. I like TV shows but I don’t like TV itself – I can do without the advertising. I want to be entertained, but I don’t need to be told what to think, what to buy and what’s going to kill me this week.

Identity
Photographer, artist, opinionated bitch, digital media whore, rock’n'roll lifestyle connoisseur, pro-caffeine, pro-legalisation, anti-organised religion, honest, justifiably offensive, politically undecided, pathological flirt. I laugh at horror movies and cry at songs that were never intended to be sad and moments in films that look like beautiful photographs. I don’t sleep when other people sleep and veer from near-narcolepsy to violent insomnia. I either adore people or am completely indifferent to them. I do not tolerate dishonesty, transparent attempts at social manipulation or cruelty to animals.

Favourite wastes of time
Photography, partying, driving at night in the rain, camp fires on deserted beaches, talking shit, web addiction, lazing on the couch in front of a good movie, cuddling cats, drooling over camera equipment that I can’t afford.

Love
D, my baby kitties, real friends (the ones who I don’t have to try with because they know me and like me for the deranged little nutter I am), my car, my camera and other photographic equipment that stands testament to my financial irresponsibility, good music, open-minded people, hair dye, piercings, tattoos, interesting shoes, fishnet things, old cars and fast cars and fast old cars (looking at them and riding in them, I don’t know shit about mechanics), coffeecoffeecoffee, the feeling of getting tattoos, dancing, pink things, shiny things, fluffy things, holograms, those conversations that happen when you meet someone who’s just immensely fucking interesting before you get to know each other in a mundane kind of way and everything is still new and exciting and sparkly.

Hate
People who don’t understand the difference between their right to have an opinion and the necessity to inflict it on everyone around them, dishonesty, insecure people who feel the need to drag everyone down to their level of misery just to make themselves feel better, anyone who hurts D or my friends, people who hurt animals or children, needless social drama, reality tv, sleb-rity ‘culture’, tomatoes, goats, Ren & Stimpy, 1920s/30s animation (it just freaks me out, I don’t know why), bullshitters, liars, chancers with entitlement issues, finding my photos on emo kids’ MySpace profiles, dumbfucks who TyPe LiKe ThIs or spel liek dis.

Bad habits
General obsessive behaviour, lack of self control (although I just gave up smoking, so maybe I do have a little self control), incurable workaholism. And apparently I swear a lot. Fuck, really?

Current piercings
An orbital and a normal piercing in each ear lobe, two tongue piercings, middle and side of bottom lip, monroe (above and to the right of my top lip), navel.

Piercings that are no more
Numerous ear piercings (got in the way of sunglasses), nipples (WAY too sensitive, got in the way of life).

Tattoos
A row of stars where my left eyebrow used to be (I shave the eyebrow off), a large arrangement of stars on the back of my neck, a big swirly vine pattern across my lower back, an ‘inverted mushroom’ (it’s just a squiggly thingy, but it looks like an upside down magic mushroom) on my right ankle, the word Angel on my left ankle (I am so white trash), a little black cat stretching over my wedding date in roman numerals on my left hip. All my tats are blackwork, and all were designed by me.