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Late For the Train

… Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn’t make it on time
‘Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I’m gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there ….

— “Manic Monday,” lyrics by Prince Rogers Nelson

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A Moveable Feast

I was intending to do something much more casual this time, but I fell in love with this month’s Tres Chic, and so here I am glammed up again.

“…There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it ….”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“When good Americans die, they go to Paris.”

— Oscar Wilde

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Kelini Couture is Closing

In case you haven’t heard, Kelini Couture is closing as a house of haute couture.  It’s time for a break, according to sources, and so the emphasis is shifting to their urban line, called Haters.

For gown addicts like me — I’d spend a day swathed in an evening gown, if I could — this is sad news.  But they’re holding a clearance sale, and it’s an opportunity, too, to pick up the Eva Kelini gowns you don’t have.  Most of the store is L$ 350 or less, except for the newest (and last, for a time at least) spectacular on the New rack.  Head on over before they close for remodeling!

Hopefully photos in future….

A Night of Love

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

— E. E. Cummings, “love is more thicker than forget”

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I’m wearing:

  • Head: Akeruka Monika 2.5
  • Body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Skin: Akeruka Tone 05
  • Hair: rezology Butterfly 197
  • Eyes: IKON Sovereign eyes (Passion)
  • Attachments: SLink Dynamic hands 1.4 and Avatar Enhancement feet 1.2.4
  • Gown: LYBRA Vivien (Grape)
  • Shoes: KC Couture Zara
  • Jewelry: Zibska Asami suite (collar and earrings); Maxi Gossamer Boho bangles (laquered etched silver)
  • Makeup:
    • Eyeshadow: SlackGirl Dalya (slot 3)
    • Lipstick: WILD Diva (slot 2)

Photographed at our house

The Ivory Dame Caper

Full-size photos at my Flickr stream

It had been a long day, a day in a string of days filled with lots of nothing. Business lately was flatter than a Martian flat cat; and brother, that’s flat. Even the weather was depressed; it had been spitting rain all day, the kind of rain that ate holes in ceramacrete here on Chania 3, nice and acid.  Anyway, I was sitting in my office, fighting the latest battle in the age-old war between income and expenses. As usual, the expenses were winning; I hadn’t seen a clipped credit in weeks.  I was already a month behind on the rent; the landlord was beginning to give me the fish eye and tap on the commlink on his belt every time he saw me, which was turning into every morning as I walked in the lobby.  I knew what that meant; he kept the name of his favorite bouncer on speed dial there, some critter big and blue and with six arms.  When that guy bounced you, you stayed bounced.

I was getting ready to give it up for the day, when there was a knock on the door.  A knock on the door meant one of two things:  the landlord’s bouncer, or a paying client.  Right at the moment, I couldn’t be fussy.  If it was the bouncer, he’d just rip the door off if I didn’t open it, and the landlord was in the right, anyway.  If it was a client, I might just make enough out of this to stave off Blue Boy’s advent.  I keyed the door….

…and knew that this case was probably gonna be worth big credits, and that I was in a whole lot of trouble from the get-go.

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Our Lady of the Bloomenveldt

Jem sent me some photos she’d squeezed in recently, but didn’t have the chance to write up.  As it happened, I’d recently re-read Norman Spinrad’s Child of Fortune, which I recommend to you at some point; and the size of some of the flowers in LEA15’s Gardens By the Bay reminded me of that book.  If you don’t get the context of the quotations, I suggest you buy the book.  It is fun, it is erotic, and it will make you think about what our society could be like if we tried out the social philosophy of Sunshine’s Second Starfaring Age.

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Tea Time in Dublin

It’s that time of year again, when all the world begins turning green — and I’m not talking about how close spring is to officially starting.  Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day; and, as you have one red-haired cailín on hand here with a severe case of Celtophilia, and another lass willing to go along with her — well, here we are again.  We don’t quite have shamrocks tucked behind our ears, and we won’t be swilling green-dyed beer anytime soon, Second Life  or Real Life.  (Green beer’s an Americanism, anyways, and barbarous at the best of times.)  That doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with green stylin’.

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8th Annual Oscar Fashion Photo Contest — And the winners are….

Here they come, sashaying down the red carpet — this years placing photos for the Oscar Fashion Photo Contest!  The potential pool was disappointing this year in terms of size — the smallest slate of entries in the eight years of the OFPC — but the winners are deserving of their selection, and of the prize money (grin).  So, with further non-ado, here are our choices for this year.

Turn the page for this year’s winners.

“Laissez le bon temps rouler!”

mardi-gras

Bienvenue sur le Rue Bourbon, dans le ville de La Nouvelle-Orléans!  At this time of year, the biggest parties of the world are held in Mobile, Rio de Janiero, the Caribbean islands, and especially to American minds, in New Orleans, where Mardi Gras provides the traditional closeout to the church calendar season of Epiphany.  Jem and I took it a little farther than short tops and tons of beads this year; it looks like we should be on a float for one of the famous Crewes!

And no, Peter Minuet, we won’t flash you our boobs for beads.  (Laughing)

Full-size photo (1920 / 16:9 wallpaper size) at Flickr

What are we wearing? Turn the page and see.

I Am a Jem Girl!

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Me and my friends are Jem girls
Jem, Jem is my name
Exciting adventure
Fashion and fame
Once you’re a Jem girl
You’re never the same

C’mon, c’mon and be a Jem girl
Jem, Jem is my name

Jem Opening Theme (variant 1), lyrics by Barry Harman

Come on and be a Jem girl with me

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