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Secrets Shared In the Dark (Updated)

Secrets Shared In the Dark

It must be the complete exotic beauty of Majalis al Jinn, a Mogul-themed adult region, that’s attracting me.  I’m still exploring it, and probably will be for a few days unless something really steals my attention away.  But it presents great possibilities for Conan and me to work together, wrapped around a concept crossing between science fiction and purest fantasy.

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Posted December 4, 2015 by Harper Ganesvoort in Arts, Photographs

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Blarney Stoned

Blarney Stoned

Have you ever tried to do the twist in platform, high-top zori?  It ain’t easy!

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Posted January 23, 2015 by Harper Ganesvoort in Humor

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Dancers at Frank’s Elite Jazz

It had been a long time, what with one thing or another, that I’d been out to a club, and so last night I pulled on a gown (Clio’s Yvonne, in black; pictures in future) and ran off to an old favorite, Frank’s Elite Jazz.  The crowd was fun, the lag was minimal — man, I love this new computer! — and the music was mostly great.  There’ll always be something you don’t like at a club, but just as often more that you do.  Last night’s DJ pulled out a mix of modern and classic crooners, slow and fast, that kept the dancers in the main ballroom quite happy.

Wulf Carlucci and Cayleen Linette on the dance floor at Frank's Elite Jazz

A kiss is still a kiss....

While there, I saw this one couple dancing in what was a almost perfect matchup to every song played; within a handful of bars of the song starting, they had shifted their danceball choice to a style that matched what was playing.  Applause to Wulf Carlucci and Cayleen Linette for being a smashing couple, witty in their conversation, active with the people around them, and for mastering the very hard trick of spontaneous in-world dancing from simple rocking to high-kick active styles.  I gave them both copies of this candid photo I shot while there on the sidelines.


Frank’s The Elites Club

Nanceee and Gymmy Sinatra are at it again.  Their club, Frank’s Place, is so popular these days that they decided to branch out.  So they’ve taken a chunk of another sim — which location shall remain secret, for clear reasons — and opened up a second club, The Elites.  The club is open now, but the grand opening is planned for this Friday, November 14, at 7:00 p.m. SLT, with more activities through the weekend.

This is a membership-only club, with dues of L$1,000 a month, and you must apply for the membership.  You must wear your group tag to get on the land and stay there.  But oh, what you get if you’re a member!  First of all, you can add on one guest or secondary member for free — perfect for couples, or friends who want to share a good place to hang out.  (This can be changed once a month.)  And if you refer someone who signs up, you get a L$250 gift certificate, good at stores in the malls.

The kiosks at The Elites are for Featured Designers, who will be offering exclusive items for members, or special pricing on selected items, so there’s another reason to check it out!

Additionally, beyond the beauty of a low-lag club, you can rent the club for up to two hours a month for private parties, for free.  (More time is available; contact Jaidyn Hartsdale, the general manager, once you join for details.)  This, combined with the quality atmosphere that is Frank’s, makes your membership quite worthwhile.

How about a look around?  (Top to bottom, left to right; click on pictures for enlargement, and again for full size)

The first five photos are a tour of the main room, which is the Dance Floor and Lounge.  You’ll enter from the courtyard outside, which is being set up as the mall.  The contribution kiosks you’ll find are also where you’ll pay your membership dues every month.  Inside, you’ll find warm colors in wood and carpet, with gold trim and Art Deco motifs in the fixtures.  Several conversation nooks are set aside with club chairs and tables, while more traditional seating is beside the dance floor.  And there are plenty of stools at the bar, of course, as well as drinks.  Nanceee and Gymmy designed, built and decorated the place, and they surely know their business; you won’t find better saloonkeepers, to borrow from Danny Thomas.

If you’d like someplace a little more private, for a small party or a more intimate setting, go back to the lobby and check out the teleport pads.  These lead to a series of skybox rooms that you can have to yourself for one hour at a time.  The plan was to rent them for free, but Second Life doesn’t work that way, so the quite nominal charge of L$1 gets you an hour of time in your own private hideaway or pied-à-terre.  (The time can be extended for the same fee.)  My gallery shows three of the rooms; a fourth is being worked on at the writing, and will be themed around Hollywood in the Golden Age, similar to the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel — figured wallpaper, Hurrell-style portraits of actresses, and French Provincial furniture (if I remember my college art classes correctly).

  • The Japanese Tea Room is set up as a dining room in a traditional Japanese house.  The walls are shoji screens, with tatami on the floor, and the fixtures are all lovely pieces of lacquerware and paper lanterns.  Kimono and sword displays decorate the walls, along with prints in what could be called “Oriental Modernist.”
  • The Safari Room uses pictures of African animals, and the rugs and cushions are fake-fur animal hides (yes, Frank’s is green!), while stands of bamboo grow in the corners.
  • The Sinatra Room — well, can you guess who this is dedicated to?  Needless to say, it swings, baby, like a club straight out of Fifties/Sixties Vegas; white leather seating, prints of club singers and sophisticates and (of course!) the Chairman on the walls.

Do you need any more reasons to apply?  Contact any of the Frank’s Place staff, or Elites GM Jaidyn Hartsdale, for more information.

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Frank’s Place Has a New Landmark

Why do I make noise about this? Because the old landmark is no longer good. The region’s name has changed, from Oasis Resort to — “Franks Place”!

The new SLurl is here.

Among other things, the Sinatras are running a large expansion of their mall, oriented toward the formally-dressed clientele of the club. Fine stores such as Virtual Impressions are there, and a look is much encouraged.

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Filling In for the Absent…. (updated March 19, 2008)

(Originally posted March 5)

The other night, I was at Frank’s Place, and I was commiserating with one of the other habitués about how there was always a dearth of men on hand who were interested in dancing. Jaidyn, the manager of the club, overheard us, grinned at me, and then sent out a group message:

Harper Ganesvoort: If I wasn’t writing a blog article in the background here, I’d pull on a male skin and offer to take up the slack.

Gentlemen! If that’s not an invitation to come to Frank’s for the ladies, I don’t know what is! Please come and keep our beautiful ladies company with a dance and a laugh. You’ll find no more beauty anywhere on SL. ~smile~ See you soon!

That was a quote, incidentally (grin). And I do have a male avatar or two that I pull out when I’m in the mood to — just see toward the bottom of my About page.

But it does seem the case that the male avatars often aren’t interested in romantic dancing, even at clubs that are founded for just such a purpose. Why is that? Are men just not wired that way often, just not as interested in the romance of romance, if you understand what I mean? If nothing else, remember that dancing is a great way to meet people, fellas — and you might just meet someone that you’ll be truly interested in [1].

Until then, if it comes to it, I might yet consider filling in occasionally. But I’d rather be dancing in the avatar I consider me, and with a partner of the opposite affiliation.

UPDATE: March 19

Kit Meredith just put up a long post on a closely related topic — a surprising one, too, considering the reputation Second Life has as a den of iniquity in some circles. Very much worth the read. It’s got a giggle or two in it, but it’s also quite curious.


[1] Oh, dear, I just realized. That’s starting to approach quite close to the Word of Anathema — “commitment.”


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A Vicious Saturday Night

Vicious Studios was celebrating a grand opening, or re-opening, this past weekend. I was asked to do some guest-blogging for them while they were busy with the building and decorating, and Gidge Uriza invited me to the festivities in thanks for my small contributions.

Me at the Vicious PartyI was able to take her up on the opportunity for a party last night, the venue being their dance floor on top of a shark pen. (Well, they are Vicious.) The theme of the party was “Come dressed as you’d appear on American Idol,” and I’ll admit I stretched it quite a bit. I showed up in the “silver appliqué” top and pants I found in the Canada in SL mall (which I’ve been favoring quite a lot in my less formal times lately), hair like a celestial biker chick (Omayrah Silver from Sinsation), and the excellent dark silver skin from chroma — yes, that’s how it’s spelled if you search them up. Gidge said I looked fantastic, and I think I heard at least one jaw drop — virtually, of course.

The music was hot, spun by disc jockey DJRobyn Writer, and Robyn was hot herself in a set of royal blue silks that had me voting for her in the best-dressed woman contest. And whoever programmed their dance system was a master; I was doing moves I’ve never seen, or dreamed of, before, while the entire crew danced along in almost simultaneous formation. Partway through, Vic, the owner, put in an appearance, complete with his guns; Vic likes guns, you see (grin). When he started shooting them — over our heads, I emphasize; the man’s not a lunatic to drive away his customers — I rezzed up a katana and wore it on my belt for the rest of the night. It actually seemed the thing to do, since the rest of the Vicious staff had all pulled guns as well, and were dancing with them. I felt a little undressed without some weapon, even if it was a prop sword….

En fin, a splendid time was had by all, many sweepstakes prizes were awarded from the sim’s merchants, and I ended up in a 3-way time for best-dressed woman with Arcadia Nightfire and one of the Durants (I can’t remember which, but congratulations!)!! A cool £300 and several of the raffle-ball prizes, plus that dancing, made for a very nice night.

More photos are available at my Flickr stream.

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