7th Oscar Fashion Photo Contest – Final Update and Our Gowns

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There’s three days left to the Oscars ceremony on February 28, and we have a good selection of entries so far for the blog’s Oscar Fashion Photo Contest. But there’s always room for more. This is your last call – there’s fifty grand in cash prizes (in lindens) to the placing photos, and L$25,000 goes to first place; so get your entries in now!

One note: submission cutoff will be extended past the usual midnight SLT deadline, as I’ve been called to Orlando for a family event over the weekend. I won’t be able to lock the group, as I normally would. So you folk will benefit; anyone who hasn’t been out for their photo shoot will have maybe four to five extra hours max to submit. Use the time well, grasshoppers!


Lisavet Darchiev — known to the world of thriller books as E. P. Darchiev, the Tsarina of murder mysteries set in Soviet Leningrad — fidgeted in the wings of the Dolby Theater, and longed mightily for a cigarette and a shot of vodka for her nerves. As, however, such things were forbidden backstage, she was denied the consolation of both the spirits and the weed. It was nothing unusual for her, though; she always had stage nerves before making an appearance, despite the number of such appearances she had made in the six years of her career as an author.

It was just that this appearance was on a “stage” bigger than any she had ever spoken on before – big enough to be a fitting place to be ruled by the Tsar of All the Russias, and more besides when you threw in the worldwide video audience, television and streaming. Millions of people would be seeing her potentially, and the fear of tripping on her skirt or breaking a heel on her shoe and doing a “J. Law” was not inviting —  Why in the name of the blessed Saint Cyril had she agreed to this?? Ah, da; because they were shooting the second Alexander Pukalov movie, and she was working on his seventh book, and publicity for all such projects was generally considered a Good Thing. The Neva Emeralds, adapted from her first Inspector Pukalov book, had won for Best Adapted Screenplay two years ago, and the producers — helped along by Andrei, her agent — had thought it would be nice for the authors to get their word in on such matters, so to speak. It wouldn’t be Lisavet’s words, of course, but it got her face in front of the cameras, and reminded everyone there were books out there as well as a movie or two.

“And now, to present this year’s awards for Best Adapted and Best Original Screenplays,” she heard Ellen say over the tannoy, “please welcome a pair of names and faces you’ve seen on theater screens over and over again…if you bother reading the credits at the end of the movie….” That got a laugh, and some sympathetic applause from scattered sources in the audience. Lisavet crossed herself and muttered a quick prayer to the saints for help. “Please welcome Elisaveta Darchiev and Piper Walker.” A stronger applause began as one of the representatives from Price Waterhouse thrust a black envelope into Lisavet’s hand, and she stuck a smile on her face and strode onto the stage, sleek and stylish and confident to all appearances.

Award Night 1

Halfway out, she met her counterpart for the few minutes they’d be on stage. Piper Walker was blonde, and perhaps a touch taller than Lisavet; she had written the original screenplay for Absent Moon, which won her category two years ago alongside The Neva Emeralds. They had met before, at the rehearsals that morning, and Piper gave her a wink as they came together now. Lisavet’s smile became more relaxed; she had sensed a simpatico spirit in the icy blonde New Yorker, and the few minutes of conversation they had shared before rushing through rehearsal and then off to their respective hotels had confirmed this. As the applause died off, they went into their scripted routine, where they had an argument about which was the more “prestigious” award, original or adapted screenplay. The laughs weren’t large, but they did move the show along.

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Two hours later, once Oscar had been put safely to bed for another year, the women ran into each other again as they did the party circuit. Relaxing at the bar set up in the nightclub, Piper glanced Lisavet over from behind the rim of her glass as she sipped, then said, “So, color for the stage and gold for the parties, eh? I envy you being able to switch around like that; blondes like me have a lot more limited color range we can work in, in some ways.”

“Really?” Lisavet murmured beneath arched brows. “Truthfully, I have always envied blonde hair such as yours. Red hair is a rarity everywhere, of course, but it was always the blondes in my class that got the boys and seemed to dress nicer.”

“Oh, it ain’t a bowl of cherries, I can tell you. In America, if you’re blonde, you’re expected to be brainless and dress in magenta-pink clothes all the time, like a Barbie doll. Even the stylist who dressed me for tonight thought I should be wearing pink chiffon. I made her happy by getting this gown,” and she waved a hand over the floaty-skirted PurpleMoon gown with a low-cut, lace bodice, “and she got her chiffon; but I like stronger colors for the most part. And purple does go nicely with gold.”

“I see. Your stage gown was excellent as well, though. Kelini Couture, I think? I recall that belt and collar when I was selecting my own dress for the stage.”

“Mmhmm. And black does work with everything.”

“Does that mean we are both from New York, then?” Lisavet grinned. “I wear much black at times. One gets tired of greens and browns; but really, like you feel about yours, red hair does make for limitations in the color palette. That’s why I chose that aqua for the theater.”

“While out here,” Piper grinned, “you look like you should be one of the statues!” She finished her drink, then added, “Say, how would you like to drop the party scene for now? I know of an open-mike bar a few blocks from here; it can be fun as hell.”

“Why not?” Lisavet said, smiling more. “Just don’t ask me to sing.”

“Can you play the piano?”

“Now there I have skill. My Uncle Vanya insisted I learn to play; he wanted me to win the Tchaikovsky Competition, and was dreadfully disappointed when I decided to get a job so I could afford food to eat, instead of be a great artist and starve. Grab your bag and lead on!”

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The details:

At the ceremony —

Harper wears:

Jem wears:

  • Skin: PXL Linda (G3 NAT PaleLips LEB)
  • Eyes: The Sugar Garden Spilled Milk (Lavendar)
  • Hair: rezology Noir
  • Gown: Kelini Evangelista (black)
  • Shoes: KC Couture Grace heels
  • Accessories: Sweet Tea Formal Gloves (White, SLink hands); Lazuri Precious Diamond suite (partial) (earrings and bracelet)
  • Makeup (application order): Zibska Mara eyeshadow (02); MONS Shimmer eyeshadow (purple); Glamorize Glam Mascara (02); Glamorize French Kiss lipstick (Black Cherry); Arte Glamorous Eyebrows (ash blonde)

Photographed at the Atlantis Grand Theater, Aldebaran

At the club —

Harper changes to:

  • Gown: Kelini Flower of Diamond (gold)
  • Accessories: Izzie’s Opulent Watch Bracelet gold; Chop Zuey Lumineux suite (necklace, earrings, bracelet and brooch)
  • Makeup: MUA Counturing Blush (Light – Full); SlackGirl Nebula eyeshadow (06); Oceane Jade lipstick (Royal Purple)

Jem changes to:

  • Makeup: StrawberrySingh.com Eyelashes (1); MONS Clubber eyeshadow (gold/purple); Glamorize Lip Licks (Jagermeister)
  • Shoes: JUMO Flower Leather Shoes Grape
  • Gown: PurpleMoon Hedy(Wine)
  • Jewelry: Lazuri Fantasia suite (necklace, bracelets, earrings)
  • Eyes: Poetic Colors Summer Sky (Lavender Field – large bright)

Photographed at the Rose Theatre Lounge, Angel Manor

View all the photos in this collection, in full size, at Flickr

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