She's a multitalented and not to mention multi-bilingual (She speaks Bradford) wench who has descended upon the smoke harder than a heavy flowing haemmorage.
Alis takes pictures and Alis plays dress up. The room in which she wings herself to her rest is carpet to ceiling-artex pink and is littered with fluffy toys, religious memorabilia, fire-arms and northern granny porn. This kid is on a fucking throne, and her tiara is is carved out of plasticine.
Alis, we salute you and forever in my heart you will reign supreme as Tampon Girl.
Here is a throw-away image of Alis that I shot recently as part of a series of candid portraits for my new book publication.
