A Beautiful Mess: Behind the Scenes of My Sploshing Shoot

Iris Vone
Apr 9
3 min read

Did you behave while I was gone?

Did you miss me?

You better have. 'Cause I missed you.

yes, I was gone last week. Isn’t that sad?

Well, there's no need for tears. Because in this post, I’m going to tell you why.

Let’s Talk About Cake, Whipped Cream, Balloons… and Power

Last week, I got a wild idea to do some sploshing content.And it was a wonderful time. I can't wait to tell you all about it.

So sit back, get comfy, and grab yourself a snack. Because tonight, Miss has some stories.

I just did my first sploshing-themed photo shoot and video series. It was delicious. Messy. Ridiculous. Sexy. Funny. Just… over the top, in the best way.

And even though I love chaos, it honestly never even crossed my mind to do sploshing or looner content before. Perhaps it's my own blocks. Maybe it’s from not wanting to make a mess. But as soon as I let go of that, I realized just how fun it was to make such a colorful, destructive mess.

Permission to Play

I've been waiting to play with texture for a while. I wanted to lean into something indulgent and silly—but at the same time, sexy and decadent. And for whatever reason, last week, I gave myself permission.

Which… took all of my focus. I let my creativity go wild.

I went out and bought a cake. Balloons. A tablecloth for the floor. I wore my best boots. I got whipped cream and paint and anything I could think of to really have fun.

And then I came up with the shot list. The poses. The angles. How much mess I wanted. Where I wanted it. And it felt so good to just let myself go.

Sploshing Like a Chaotic Cute Villainess

There were peals of giggles while I stomped Hot Wheels into frosting. Picking them up with my toes and smashing them down, cake sliding underneath my toes. Whipped cream sticking in between. Silly string. Balloons popping. Sticky, colorful chaos.

It felt like a weird fever dream, an enjoyable one.

I loved every part of it. I loved how the whipped cream stuck to absolutely everything. I loved how the silly string slid slowly across the arch of my foot. I loved the way my boots looked covered in frosting. I loved that smiley face balloon because it represented everyone watching as I lovingly tortured, then POPPED it with no remorse.

And I loved that I let myself be ridiculous.

Power in the Mess

There’s power in letting yourself play.There’s power in letting yourself get a little messy.

Especially for someone like me—who’s so used to control, so used to structure and responsibility—it felt rebellious to just wreck things on purpose.

I had total control over the destruction. And I loved that.I was the one who decided where it got sticky. How far it went. When it ended.And I loved that I chose not to stop.

Alone With the Mess

Movement, rhythm, rhythm, movement. Texture and sound. A whirlwind of play.

After I put the camera away though, there was booming silence. While it was a bit lonely, the contrast to the fun I was having just before made everything a it more intimate. Like softly connecting with the side of myself that sits quietly too much of the time while others play. Which made me smile :) Watching it back made me laugh.

And it made me proud.

It wasn’t commissioned. It wasn’t requested. It was something I created because I wanted to. Because I wanted to see what it would feel like.What it would look like. What it would taste like, even. And now I know.

It was one of the most indulgent, creative, and joyfully absurd things I’ve made in a long time.

And it reminded me that sometimes, we need to make things just for ourselves.

Not for sales. Not for validation. Just for the experience of being in our bodies. In our pleasure. In our ridiculousness. In our chaos.