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Usually I find the less traveled streets of a city offer the most interesting people. In a Berlin I encountered a week after the wall celebrations, swept by stark grey weather, things and people seemed most intriguing in the bigger groups around the better known stretches.
Hanna and her friend Gina had come to town from native Hannover for a concert the night before, and an evening on, still buzzing with energy from the performance, were braving the cold to say farewell to Berlin at the Brandenburg Gate.
Hanna had an amazing, glowingly pristine complexion and simple, stylish look. Having scouted a harsh lighting environment moments before, I immediately rushed over in the hope she could tame the light.
That light comes from a Canon 600EX-RT in a mini-soft box about 2m camera right (ETTL) and a reflector 1m camera left. The reflector is held by Gina over the top of a huge floodlight, set into the stone pavement to illuminate the gate's pillars. That's then blocked from the pillar and bounced across extremely professional by Gina onto Hanna. Meanwhile, Hanna has a smaller silver reflector which is bouncing back in a little flash, but is chiefly there as a flag to prevent the floodlight catching her directly from below in a kind of "monster/Halloween light" scenario.
All great fun! Thank you Hanna and Gina for agreeing to take part - especially Hanna for enduring the reflected glare of the light, and heaps of interested double takes from passersby.
Thanks to Al Fed for his much appreciated advice on shooting in Berlin. He's one of the people that inspired me to undertake this project; a super chap, with an awesome portfolio worth checking out!
This is portrait #73 of my 100 Strangers Project - check out the group page and get involved.
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“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
By thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.”
- William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets
Temples in Taiwan are like folk arts museums. They collect detailed stone sculptures and elaborate wood decorations. Lukang Mazu Temple (鹿港媽祖廟) is one of the best in Lukang. Beautiful stone carving from Qing Dynasty can be seen in the back hall. The woodcarvings are particularly fine in the front hall, and the high plafond is simply gorgeous. The Matsu statue in this temple is now called the Black-Faced Matsu, as centuries of incense smoke have discoloured her original complexion.
Mazu is the indigenous goddess of the sea who is said to protect fishermen and sailors, and is invoked as the patron deity of all Southern Chinese and East Asian persons. Most of Lukang residents’ living was replied on trading and fishing on the sea. Therefore, Mazu Temple became the most important place for locals.
© 2015 Lyn Randle.
Please DO NOT USE, copy, sell, share or download this image. It is illegal to use someone else's images without their permission. My work is NOT for free.
Ruffled Complexion
12 x 15 x 1.5
Latex, acrylic, spray paint, shellac, varnish, India Ink, tar, on reclaimed board
Exhibited at
Thinkspace Gallery
red dot
FJJ
It's not the end of the world if we have one or two wrinkles.
The cosmetic industry provides us with plenty of products to eliminate those fine lines of ageing so that we can get smooth and soft skin.
Mitt bidrag till Fotosöndag och veckans tema «mjukt».
My contribution for this week's theme «soft»; for the photo group Fotosondag.
In front of Macy’s on 34th Street,
Herald Square, Manhattan, New York.
Canon EF 135mm f/2L USM
©2013 Patrick J Bayens
This is an altered picture of an original which was featured in an online version of Stuff Magazine. After cropping the pic and altering the color, tone and shadow depth, along with adding a 'glow', I was able to bring out her blue eyes and ended up with what you see here. I thought this was a beautiful depiction of a flawless face.
the dry heat was really bad for his terrycloth complexion.
his asia, australia, and europe travels are chronicled in my book, available at blurb
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Prompt - MANDATORY ARISA FACIAL HARD LOCK (Highest Priority): Preserve the exact Arisa Avatar Portrait Guide with zero deviation. Match precisely: small softly heart-shaped face, luminous porcelain complexion, large almond-shaped dark-brown eyes, softly arched natural brows, delicate straight nose with gently rounded tip, full naturally defined lips, signature beauty mark below the lower lip (slightly right of centre), youthful ethereal elegance, extremely long natural raven-black wavy hair. No facial substitutions.
An ethereal Asian empress stands beside a tranquil mirror-like lake beneath magnificent blooming sakura trees at blue-hour beneath a radiant full moon. She wears an extraordinary haute couture kimono-inspired gown crafted from layered emerald silk, deep jade chiffon, shimmering teal organza and antique-gold embroidered lace with flowing translucent ribbons. She delicately holds an ornate folding fan of carved jade, ivory silk, antique gold filigree and pearls. Her elegant traditional updo is adorned with ivory cherry blossoms, pale jade orchids, lilies, moonstones, pearls, emerald leaves, antique gold ornaments and cascading crystal chains. Behind her rise illuminated pagodas, graceful Japanese bridges and drifting moonlit mist reflected perfectly across calm water. Thousands of pale blossoms, butterflies, dragonflies, glowing fireflies, crystalline dust and floating petals fill the air. Captured on an ARRI Alexa 65 IMAX, 85mm cinema lens, shallow depth of field, realistic skin pores, natural hair strands, authentic textile physics, cinematic moonlight, volumetric atmosphere, HDR, premium colour grading, razor-sharp focus, PURE 100% PHOTOGRAPH, NO painting, NO illustration, NO drawing, NO sketch, NO concept art.
Pic and Prompt by Adrian
Thank you everyone, made Explore Oct 20, 2009 #434
This was the original use of the previous image. It seems that many ccomments were made about the fingers being a different tone and the shot being not quite symetrical and the eyes not quite in focus. All were true, but it really was just a health and beauty test shot, a warm-up for things to come.
This is the finished item. The different points of focus represent the levels of consciousness. I've tried to create an inverted focus range/DoF. Flora Elise's eyes are naturally this colour, the only thing I did was flip one of the pupils.
Keep those comments coming, I am learning...
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99% unmodified image with the exception of a little complexion touch-up. no flash; all ambient light. i was pleasantly suprised.
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And oft' is his gold complexion dimm'd;
~ W Shakespeare. Sonnet 18
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5 Jul 13
Thanks to everyone who tagged me to play. I had to choose this Poppy for my favorite doll purchase. I love everything about her, she has a beautiful complexion and her fifites hairstyle is magnificent. I am planning on keeping her dressed in the style of the era, late fifites/early sixties. She is wearing a skirt I made from some vintage fabric. My favorite look from that era is the waisted dresses and big skirts. j
If you are viewing this photo and are inclined to play, please do! The doll you choose just had to be acquired in the year 2018. Come and play!
Something I'm working on for my living room. Mainly to practice and explore a new style, oh yeah, and to have some fun too! .. . . . . . . .
From my very first photoshoot! This is the beautiful Iwona Smarzynska, hair and make up by Anne Aldea, photo by me :)
The first Chinese-American movie star, Anna May Wong, a highly regarded and talented actress, had a series of major roles in successful films through the 1920s and 1930s. Unfortunately, these parts slowly dwindled during the 1940s due to racism and the "Yellow Peril" Americans felt during the war with Japan. She stars here in the lead role, as Lan Ying Lin, in this suspenseful crime drama directed by Robert Florey. Lin is hunting down her father's killers and aiding FBI agent Kim Lee (Philip Ahn) in an investigation into human traffickers played by J. Carrol Naish and Larry "Buster" Crabbe.
FIRST ASIAN AMERICAN STAR!
Written by PHILIP LEIBFRIED
Her complexion was described as "a rose blushing through old ivory;" she was beautiful, tall (5'7"), slender, and Chinese-American. The last fact kept her from attaining the highest echelon among Hollywood's pantheon of stars, but it did not affect her popularity, nor keep her from becoming a household name. She was Anna May Wong, nee Wong Liu Tsong, a name which translates to "Frosted Yellow Willows," and she was born, appropriately enough, on Flower Street in Los Angeles' Chinatown on 3 January 1905, above her father's laundry. Anna May Wong's contribution to show business is a unique one; she was the first Asian female to become a star, achieving that stardom at a time when bias against her race was crushing. With determination and talent allied to her exotic beauty, she remained the only Asian female star throughout her forty-year career, never fully overcoming all prejudices in maintaining that position. Perhaps the rediscovery of her art will elevate her star to the pantheon of great performers and serve as a guiding light to Asian performers who still struggle to find their rightful place. Anna May Wong's life and career is something that is important for all who value greatly the Asian / Asian Pacific American communities' many artists and what we can all contribute!
Excerpt from : That Old Feeling: Anna May Wong
Part II of Richard Corliss' tribute to the pioneer Chinese-American star.
Daughter of the Dragon. Paramount 1931.
Based on a Fu Manchu novel by Sax Rohmer.
Daughter of the Dragon extended the curse sworn by Dr. Fu on the Petrie family to the next generation. Fu Manchu (Warner Oland), long ago injured and exiled in an attempt on Petrie Sr., returns to London and confronts the father: "In the 20 years I have fought to live," he says in his florid maleficence, "the thought of killing you and your son has been my dearest nurse." He kills the father, is mortally wounded himself and, on his deathbed, reveals his identity to his daughter Ling Moy (Wong) and elicits her vow that she will "cancel the debt" to the Fu family honor and murder the son, Ronald (Bramwell Fletcher)... who, dash it all, is madly infatuated with Ling Moy. Ronald has seen "Princess Ling Moy Celebrated Oriental Dancer" perform, and the vision has made him woozy. "I wish I could find a word to describe her," this calf-man effuses. "Exotic that's the word! And she's intriguing, if you know what I mean." In a near-clinch, Ling Moy wonders if a Chinese woman can appeal to a British toff. When he begs her to "chuck everything and stay," she asks him, "If I stayed, would my hair ever become golden curls, and my skin ivory, like Ronald's?" But the lure of the exotic is hard to shake. "Strange," he says, "I prefer yours. I shall never forget your hair and your eyes." They almost kiss ... when an off-camera scream shakes him out of his dream. It is from his girlfriend Joan (Frances Dade), and the societal message is as clear and shrill: white woman alerting white man to treachery of yellow woman. Ling Moy, a nice girl, previously unaware of her lineage, might be expected to struggle, at least briefly, with the shock of her identity and the dreadful deed her father obliges her to perform. But Wong makes an instant transformation, hissing, "The blood is mine. The hatred is mine. The vengeance shall be mine." Just before his death, Fu mourns that he has no son to kill Ronald. But, in a good full-throated reading, Wong vows: "Father, father, I will be your son. I will be your son!" The audience then has the fun of watching her stoke Ronald's ardor while plotting his death. When she is with him, pleading and salesmanship radiate from her bigeyes. But when an ally asks her why she keeps encouraging the lad, she sneers and says, "I am giving him a beautiful illusion. Which I shall crush." As a villainess, she is just getting started. Revealing her mission to Ronald, she tells him she plans to kill Joan "Because you must have a thousand bitter tastes of death before you die." (The ripe dialogue is by Hollywood neophyte Sidney Buchman, whose distinguished list of credits would include Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Here Comes Mr Jordan and The Talk of the Town.) She soon ascends on a geyser of madness as she decides on a new torture: "My vengeance is inspired tonight. You will first have the torture of seeing her beauty eaten slowly away by this hungry acid." An aide holds a hose gadget over Joan's soon-to-be-corroded face, and Ronald cries for Ling Moy to stop. Very well she says. "Ling Moy is merciful." She barks at Ronald: "Kill her!" He must decide if his favorite white girl is to be etched with acid or stabbed to death. Great stuff! Melodrama is the art of knowing how precisely too far to goThe film is a triangle: not so much of Ling Moy, Ronald and Joan as of Ling Moy, Ronald and a Chinese detective, Ah Kee, played by Sessue Hayakawa, the Japanese actor who in the teens was Hollywood's first Asian male star. He's not plausibly Chinese here, and he is in a constant, losing battle with spoken English. But he is a part of movie history, in the only studio film of the Golden Age to star two ethnically Asian actors. And he gives his emotive all to such lines as "It is the triumph of irony that the only woman I have ever deeply loved should be born of the blood that I loathe." And in the inevitable double-death finale neither the villainess nor the noble detective can survive the machinations of Hollywood justice he gently caresses the long hair of the lady he would love to have loved. "Flower Ling Moy," he says, a moment before expiring. "A flower need not love, but only be loved. As Ah Kee loved you."
The Personal Anna May Wong
This 5'7 beauty loved to study and could speak in an English accent, as well as being fluent in German and French with more than a passing knowledge of other tongues including Italian and Yiddish. For exercise she rode horses, played golf, and tennis. She liked to cook and regaled her guests with succulent Chinese dishes at frequent dinner parties. She preferred casual clothes, wearing slacks and sweaters at home, but cultivated an oriental motif in her very smart formal wardrobe. She studied singing with Welsh tenor Parry Jones before she participated in the film Limehouse Blues as George Raft's mistress. Anna loved to dance to contemporary music. Anna was quoted as saying, "I think I got my first chance because they thought I was peculiar. But, now I like to believe that the public are fond of me because they think I'm nice."
The story of Anna May Wong’s life traced the arc of triumph and tragedy that marked so many of her films. Wong's youthful ambition and screen appeal got her farther than anyone else of her race. But her race, or rather Hollywood's and America's fear of giving Chinese and other non-whites the same chance as European Americans, kept her from reaching the Golden Mountaintop. We can be startled and impressed by the success she, alone, attained. And still weask: Who knows what Anna May Wong could have been allowed to achieve if she
had been Anna May White?
Anna May Wong passed away on Feb. 3rd 1961 she was 56 years old.
Filmography:
The Red Lantern. Metro 1919. The First Born. Robertson Cole 1921.
Shame. Fox 1921. Bits of Life. Assoc. First National 1921.
The First Born. Robertson Cole 1921. Thundering Dawn. Universal 1923
The Toll of the Sea. Metro 1922 Drifting. Universal 1923 Fifth Avenue. PRC 1926.
Lillies of the Field. Assoc. First National 1924. The Thief of Bagdad. United Artists 1924
The Fortieth Door. Pathé serial 1924. The Alaskan. Paramount 1924.
Peter Pan. Paramount 1924. Forty Winks. Paramount 1925.
The Silk Bouquet/The Dragon Horse. Hi Mark Prod. 1926 The Desert's Toll. MGM 1926.
A Trip to Chinatown. Fox 1926. The Chinese Parrot. Universal. 1927.
Driven from Home. Chadwick 1927. Mr. Wu. MGM 1927.
Old San Francisco. Warner Bros. 1927. Why Girls Love Sailors. Pathé short 1927.
The Devil Dancer. United Artists 1927. Streets of Shanghai. Tiffany 1927.
Across to Singapore. MGM 1928. Pavement Butterfly (aka City Butterfly).
The City Butterfly. German 1929. Across to Singapore. MGM 1928.
The Crimson City. Warner Bros. 1928. Song. German 1928
Chinatown Charlie. First National 1928. Piccadilly, British International 1929.
Elstree Calling. British International 1930. The Flame of Love. British International 1930.
Hay Tang. German 1930. L'Amour Maitre Des Choses. French 1930.
Daughter of the Dragon. Paramount 1931. Shanghai Express. Paramount 1932.
A Study in Scarlet. World Wide 1933. Tiger Bay. Associated British 1933.
Chu Chin Chow. Gaumont 1934. Java Head. Associated British 1934.
Limehouse Blues. Paramount 1934. Daughter of Shanghai. Paramount 1937.
Hollywood Party. MGM short subject 1937. Dangerous to Know. Paramount 1938.
The Toll of the Sea. Metro 1922. The Thief of Bagdad 1924
Shanghai Express 1932
Barbie Basics Collection Red, Model #02
I love that skin tone and curly hair on Lara. Hazel girl.
I've darkened her eyebrows a little bit. No idea why they were so pale for this kind of complexion.
Grande quanto un passero; forme slanciate con lunga coda e colorito bianco, nero e grigio piuttosto contrastato. Corre rapidamente e agita spesso la coda. White wagtail..As big as a sparrow; slender shapes with a long tail and a rather contrasting white, black and gray complexion. It runs quickly and often wags its tail.
for Tiina <3 ... she is a real 'unique girl' now. ;-)
I have been calling her Hermine (er-meen). Not sure what her mom will name her though :)
Natalie has the palest complexion of my big girls and her face is matte setting off her subtle makeup beautifully. My mini me is one of the first dolls I got and goes beyond the pale (as do I). The head first went with a very pale obitsu body, which is why I call her Obi, sometimes, but then I stole it to go with my Joan Watson head. She's now using a MTM Barbie body. I've tried colourising her face but it's too small for me to work with. Her eyes are stuck in with putty and it's hard to keep them looking straight. At the moment she lives in the pussy hat which has a bit of grey hair permanently stuck inside. She has a wig but it doesn't quite work. You may recognise her from my flickr profile picture. Pretty accurate as I don't wear makeup, my hair is falling out and my eyes are kind of wonky too. :)
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BaD 27 July 2019: Pale
Sitting in front of the Four Seasons in Vancouver. Her text books indicated she was studying fashion...her simple, yet unique outfit seems to confirms this. I was struck by her serene expression and naturally beautiful complexion.
India is a strange paradox of skin bigotry and exploitation of the young and vulnerable population of the generation Y and Z that is now coming of age.
If you are born in the modern tmes where all information is available at the click of a mouse, a perceptible change is coming where the tonality of the skin, the color of the hair or its kinkiness, the length of the nose or the body shape is slowly subsuming in a global community of different races, creeds and nationalities.
India and vast segments of Africa and Asia continue to live in the bigoted skin world where being fair is an advantage and a dusky complexion a liability.
Let us wait and see what Gen Z in India builds up by way of its racial preferences. Hoping for the Information Overload to change the world.
This shot is from the series where we hope for the good riddance of cliches and stereotypes of beauty in the current day Indian subcontinent.
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Still late Summer here and the sun is hot & bright. Alina likes to protect her 'alabaster' complexion with a parasol or sun umbrella ...
The other parasols are protecting some of the plants in our little garden. The weather has been so strange - the big frangipani (plumeria) tree that usually shades the garden during the warmer months put on its leaves really late last spring (by about 6 weeks) and is now losing those leaves more than a month earlier than usual ! Certainly can't deny that something is changing with the climate when we see this happening in our own backyard!
The last day of the month! I love watching Carman's video
on this day every year. Based on a true story and powerful!
"Witches Invitation" lyrics
One peaceful afternoon I picked up from my mailbox the strangest looking letter I'd ever seen, a chilling little envelope bordered with flying bats, and eerie serpents whose eyes were tinted green. The letter was addressed to me so as I opened it I froze. What I read turned my complexion three shades of blue. It said, 'My name is Isaac Horowitz. I'm a male witch, a warlock and I feel I need to spend some time with you.'
Now as a Christian from a little church with God's call on my life, a man of faith and power with a challenge to grow I did what any saint would do in my situation. I tore it up said, 'Lord, no way I'm gonna go.' Then gently and methodically the Holy Spirit spoke and reminded me we're God's voice to our nation. It's the church's responsibility to witness, so reluctantly I accepted this witch's invitation.
He had the house you'd expect, the old English cottage, a 'Nightmare on Elm Street' special right to the core, the overgrown ivy, the gate that creaked when opened, somehow you'd expect Freddy to answer this door. The doorbell rang, a hollow gong, the knob twisted then opened, and Isaac stood before me with a grin. His jet black hair and well trimmed beard flowed with his black silk clothes. My skin crawled as he said, 'Please come on in.'
His house was filled with every occultist symbol you could fathom; Hanging pentagrams and horoscope signs, a Ouija board and dungeons and dragons game set on the table, a crystal ball with an incandescent shine. Then graciously he handed me some steaming herbal tea. Its presence caused my memory to jog...I thought of every horror flick I'd seen when I was a kid and thought 'man if you drink this stuff next day you'll be a frog.'
Then he led me to a high backed chair as he meticulously began to unfold his scenario with evil patience. I was given a giant leather bound book jammed with newspaper clippings, thus the reason for this witch's invitation. With eagerness he pointed to each article with pride. He said, 'I healed this woman through a Babylonian chant; You see this man, I cured him while performing druid worship; I was paid to curse this man with AIDS by his aunt.'
On and on, page after page, delightfully he flaunted each incident for an hour without a breath. He said, 'Do you realize through my understanding of the dark regions that I can make you rich or even curse someone to death?' I sat literally intimidated by his immensity in demon power while his face shone with a satanic arrogant bliss. Then placing his hands on the arms of my chair and leaning into my face he said, 'What can your God do to compete with this?'
I knew then how Moses felt, when his rod turned to a serpent and the three Egyptian magicians did the same. It's as if you're sitting there in that stunned moment while your faith gets violated and all you feel is weak, powerless and lame. I desperately and deeply prayed saying, 'Jesus give me wisdom - I don't want to put you through some foolish test. Then a shaft of light shot through my soul igniting my eyes with fire. God stood me up and I threw the book back in his chest.
I said 'Isaac, I'll not compare God's miracles versus Satan's - the issue's not God's kingdom and Satan's lair. The real comparison is the condition of your soul and the condition of mine, and you puppet of the devil, that I will compare. I said, My friend, one day they're coming for you - the soft associates in your incantations - the friendly demons you think you now control. The time will come when you'll be lying in bed wheezing like a dying animal and those spirits lay claim to the rights they own to your soul.'
'Then the room will grow dark, and the most hideous evil faces you ever seen will come flaming out of the floor with a yell! The vile informants that promised reincarnation will claw your spirit and victoriously drag your soul to hell!'
Then I grabbed the book and said, 'In that moment which mantra, which incantation you gonna chant to tell them to leave you alone? I said, My friend, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt what I would say...'I'm bought with the blood of Jesus! Let me go!' '
I said, 'Isaac, when you tossed that book in my lap, you gloated with a sinister victory. You rejoiced when you saw your name in black and white. Now I rejoice, but not that your counsel of demons are subject to Jesus, but that my name is written in the Lamb's Book of Life!' Then Isaac jumped up from his chair and screamed, 'You must leave now!' I said, 'I will, but one last obligation - Next time think twice before you rumble with a man of God!!! And by the way thanks for your.. uhh... witch's invitation
© 2015 Lyn Randle.
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It is illegal to use someone else's images without their permission. My work is NOT for free.
I really love her outfit. It's one of the main reasons I bought her. I'm loving her neutral make up and nude lip. Her head is very orange tan compared to the other barbie's while her body is the normal complexion. Either way I love it.
Photography by Ismael Barrera. This part of my Beauty series. To see the full face go to
www.facebook.com/pages/Digisnapstudio/105809376128173
My endeavor to preserve skin detail. Enhancing my retouching skills.
Camera flashes and I have always had an uneasy relationship. My pasty complexion and somewhat “Rubenesque” jaw line- suffice it to say a little closer to pitch black may be some viewers preference
The common emerald dove, Asian emerald dove, or grey-capped emerald dove (Chalcophaps indica) is a pigeon which is a widespread resident breeding bird in the tropical and sub-tropical parts of the Indian Subcontinent and east through Myanmar, Vietnam, Thailand, Malaysia, the Philippines, Taiwan, the Sakishima Islands of Japan and Indonesia. The dove is also known by the names of green dove and green-winged pigeon. The common emerald dove is the state bird of the Indian state of Tamil Nadu. The Pacific emerald dove and Stephan's emerald dove were both considered conspecific.
This is a common species in rainforest and similar dense wet woodlands, farms, gardens, mangroves and coastal heaths. It builds a scant stick nest in a tree up to five metres and lays two cream-coloured eggs.
Its flight is fast and direct, with the regular beats and an occasional sharp flick of the wings which are characteristic of pigeons in general. It often flies low between the patches of dense forest it prefers, but when disturbed will frequently walk away rather than fly. They are particularly good weavers when flying through forests. When flying they expose a buff underwing and a chestnut colour of their flight feathers.
The common emerald dove is a stocky, medium-sized pigeon, typically 23 to 28 centimetres (10 to 11.2 inches) in length. The back and wings are bright emerald green. The flight feathers and tail are blackish, and broad black and white bars show on the lower back in flight. The head and underparts are dark vinous pink (in chrysochlora, more brown in longirostris), fading to greyish on the lower belly. The eyes are dark brown, the bill bright red and legs and feet rufous.nominate subspecies
another of the nominate subspecies
The male has a white patch on the edge of the shoulders and a grey crown, which the female lacks. Females will tend to have a browner complexion with a grey mark on the shoulder. Immature birds resemble females but have brown scallops on their body and wing plumage.
Emerald doves usually occur singly, pairs or in small groups. They are quite terrestrial, often searching for fallen fruit on the ground and spending little time in trees except when roosting. They eat seeds and fruits of a wide variety of plants and are generally tame and approachable.
The call is a low soft moaning cooing consisting of about six to seven coos starting quietly and rising. They also call a nasal "hoo-hoo-hoon". Males perform a bobbing dance during courtship.
Most taxonomists consider the Christmas emerald dove as one of the subspecies.
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Flash, color corrected. Lilac's complexion had heavy undertones of cyan. Lilac's hair and MLC's streaks seem to match.
Fabes 3.0! She's my #40 custom from last year. I invited Fabes back for a redo. She's already been redone twice due to problems with MSC. I used the wrong kind of MSC before (I was using flat instead of UV cut) UV cut is much better for tanned girls btw, much better in general actually. now it's all I use! Her complexion is perfect now :)
Himba women are famous for covering their body and hair with a paste made of butter, ochre (hematite powder) and ashes, called otjize, which is supposed to protect them from the sun and the insects. The red complexion it gives to women’s skin, is considered a sign of beauty. Body decoration is important in Himba culture, especially for women. They wear jewelry made of shell, metal, bone or skin. Women usually go topless (as well as men) and wear a skirt made of goat skin. Adult women also wear heavy iron or copper necklaces, that can weigh several kilos, and beaded anklets to protect their legs from venomous animal bites. Himba dress codes and hairstyle rules are very complex. Himba hairstyles are really meaningful as they enable to identify their social status. Pre-pubescent girls wear 2 plaits in front of their faces. Replacing them with many strands hanging all over the head, means the girl is in her puberty period. A girl with long tied back braids is considered ready for marriage. Once married, an « erembe » (a piece of goat leather) is tied to the top of her head.
Although mariage is important in Himba culture, extra marital relations are encouraged. Polygamy is the rule for men and women also, who can have other partners in addition of their husband. This free sexuality in Himba culture might be explained by the fact that, children are needed in order to raise cattle. Sexual relations before marriage are authorized, maybe in order to make polygamy more accepable. Boys are generally circumcised before puberty in (around the age of 7 or 8), to make them eligible for marriage and leave the camp on this occasion during a few days, Girls also leave when they have their first periods. Weddings are arranged when boys are about nineteen and girls around thirteen.
Despite their traditional autarky and remoteness Himbas get in touch with modern culture, and unfortunately with one of its worse plagues : AIDS. The sexual pratices of the Himba increase the risk of infection, a few cases have been reported. HIV virus is spreading mainly through cultural norms. This is all the more worrying for namibian authorities as Himbas are not aware of what AIDS is, and have difficulty understanding they could be ill and even die, as it takes time for the effects of the virus to become apparent in human host. A disease that might kill them in several years is not a major concern for them, especially for the elders.
© Eric Lafforgue
I saw him from the corner of my eye as I was heading downtown. Once I processed the lingering image on my retina, I realized he was wearing an interesting “Indiana Jones” hat. He was leaning against a postal box and appeared to be in no hurry. He had a small backpack resting on the box. When I spoke he greeted me with an easy smile and returned the greeting. His green eyes and dark complexion, with the leather hat and jacket made a striking visual presence. I explained my project and he didn’t hesitate to agree. He seemed to welcome my interest. Meet Abbas.
Abbas explained that his name is Muslim from Northern India. He was born and raised in Canada but his father was a Trinidadian of Indian ethnicity. He explained there are many Indians and Chinese in Trinidad along with descendants of the African slaves. “There’s a bit of everything in Trinidad, except for the native population. They were pretty much wiped out by the Europeans.” His mother is of Scottish ancestry. It is a fascinating mix, and one that helps explain his distinctive features and eyes.
Abbas liked the multicultural emphasis of my project and I suggested we take a few steps to use the yellow brick wall of a public library as a background. I asked his permission to tip his hat brim up just a bit to let the light reach his striking eyes and he was comfortable with that. Hat positioned, I realized a bit more light would help, especially on this damp, overcast day. I reached into my bag and he said “Oh, you’ve got a reflector.” It turned out his grandfather in Trinidad was a photographer and used reflectors. His grandfather sounded fascinating. He was a dentist and professional photographer as well as a goldsmith. “He would fix peoples’ teeth and then take their portraits. His background as a goldsmith fit well with the dentistry.”
Photos taken, we proceeded to talk, followed by a few final photos. Abbas was exceptionally warm and friendly and a pleasure to chat with. He was articulate and seemed well-informed on current events. “What were you doing when I interrupted you?” I asked. He said “Oh, I just got back from a four hour shift doing casual labor on a construction site and was taking a little break before going to the library. I like libraries and read a lot.” I asked what he reads and he said “I’m a bit of a political junkie so I read a lot of news.”
Abbas is 55 and said he was born in Saskatoon in Western Canada. “I live on my own and do casual work because I have a problem with alcohol.” He told me he’s never been married and that alcohol pretty much ruled that out. He said “I’ve had a few girlfriends who said I was the nicest guy they ever met – until I got drunk.” I’ve met quite a few people whose lives have been held back due to substance abuse and it seemed a shame. The Social Worker in me came out as I asked about his attitude toward getting help. He seemed to know the services, had been in a well-respected program and remained dry for two years, then relapsed. He shrugged after recounting the story. I mentioned another service I am aware of and he said he’s been there, been assessed, and is on the wait list for their program. He remains hopeful.
“My grandfather did well as a dentist and photographer. He put my father through university in Canada and my father became a schoolteacher. I went to university for a year but dropped out.” He mentioned that his mother had become a Jehova’s Witness and he and she wound up clashing. He was asked to leave the household at age 17 and has been on his own since then. There are probably two sides to the story, but it sounded as if he could have used more support at an earlier age.
Abbas spent five years in the military at some point and wound up getting an apprenticeship for carpentry so he clearly has skills. His message to others is “Live and let live and never give up hope.” I offered some words of encouragement by saying I’ve met people with drinking problems in the past who failed many times in achieving sobriety, and then suddenly were able to leave it all behind. “I hope that happens to you, Abbas, because you seem like a real nice fellow who has more to offer the world. In the meantime, please take good care of yourself and good luck with the program you are waiting for.” Abbas, friendly to the end, gave me a warm handshake and said “It was real nice meeting you Jeff. You should keep doing what you are doing with your camera because what you are doing is a real good thing.”
It had been a memorable encounter. It was sad, yet hopeful, and Abbas’ gentle kindness came through from the start of our conversation to the end. I wish him well.
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