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No Photoshop and no strings attached.
Australia Open hasn't quite finished as I wanted to end (R. Federer winning of course) ... But hey... Life's a game... isn't it?
Congrats N.Djokovic!!
Listen to Elvis singing here: HERE
LOVE ME TENDER
Love me tender,
love me sweet,
never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
and I love you so.
Love me tender,
love me true,
all my dreams fulfilled.
For my darlin' I love you,
and I always will.
Love me tender,
love me long,
take me to your heart.
For it's there that I belong,
and we'll never part.
Love me tender,
love me dear,
tell me you are mine.
I'll be yours through all the years,
till the end of time.
When at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go.
(words & music by Vera Matson - Elvis Presley)
What a moment…
The Absolute Newbies:
Dress: Moon Amore “Efimero” at Collabor88.
Hair: Tableau Vivant “Nany” at Collabor88.
www.seraphimsl.com/2020/08/08/collabor88-is-a-dream-come-...
Tiara: Dreamcatcher Halo Gacha Rare
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Kaleidoscope%20Island/127/...
The Standards:
Head: Catwa Kimberly (modified)
Skin and eyes: Cureless Endorphine & Dragon Eyes
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Curemore/122/49/24
Body: Maitreya Lara
The Oldies-Yet-Awesomes:
Antlers: LaNoir Soleil Designs (LNS)... yet another lovely shop that disappeared from SL.
marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/138674
Pose: No Strings Attached “Blue Bird”... long gone from SL, yet available on SL Marketplace.
marketplace.secondlife.com/p/NSA-Blue-Bird/1960339
The location: dreamy Yorkshire.
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rayne%20and%20PetitChat/16...
Good things come to those who wait…
Today’s soundtrack: Semplicemente – Zero Assoluto
ps: super duper busy. Sorry.
700 photos! This is officially
my 700th photo posted here.
I think I will celebrate. Anyone
wanna join me?
Here's the celebrated and
celebratory beamish boy himself,
Jonah Sparks, my most beloved
photo subject,
posing against a magical,
polyrhythmic, multichromatic,
inspirational garage door
on Westminster in Venice,
to which I added ever more color,
figuring that there's never enough color
in this world, so why not
add some more?
I have a small collection of this figurines from Enesco "No Strings Attached" of the Puppet Figurine line from 1994. They are hand-painted and crafted in stone resin. This one is a girl carrying a little teddy bear.
This friendly feline was
perched high up above our heads
on this blue wooden beam over one of
many labyrinthine corridors of the C.I.A. -
the California Institute of Abnormal Arts -
on Burbank at Lankershim in
beautiful North Hollywood, or Noho
as it's sometimes called.
I took this shot from quite some distance,
looking up towards the dark interiors of the
ceiling there - I thought I saw the cat's eyes flash
in my flash - so I was surprised when I later saw
this shot - and realized that this kitty was giving me
what we call "good eye treatment" - the closed eye
feline greeting of total trust and absolute
tranquility.
One pal of mine who saw a photo of
a neighborhood cat I posted here some weeks
ago expressed to me that taking photos of cats was
an true low. I'd say it's exactly the opposite.
h.m.a.e.m. Teteoinnan headpiece 002a (SAVIAD Spring Fair)
DD- Joy Earrings- Silver ( I <3 Roleplay)
MetaTheodora Star of Venus Nipple Covers
Moloko - Lawsonia Tattoo
la malvada Mujer- damp earth #3 lipstick
NSA-frankenfae pose
leaf "floating" in the air.
Actually it was caught on a spider web, twisting in the wind, it looked like it was floating. When I loaded it, you couldn't see the web at all.
Music: youtu.be/APGq7e0DZr0
The pose used to take the picture belongs to the "Dagmar" set by No Strings Attached.
The coat is available at Miamai
A immature male Baltimore oriole found some twine in a tree and tried to take it back to the nest. I did not see it succeed.
“If you want to leave your footprints in the sands of time,
make sure you are wearing work boots.”
~ anon ~
“I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love;
If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles.”
~ Walt Whitman ~
“Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor
after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots.”
~ Hoosier Farmer ~
Okay so this is completely conceptual. I know what it is saying to me, but i would like to know what you think when you see it. I wonder if i convey my idea well enough for people to see what i do in my head :)
Let me also say i rigged the hell out of the room to do this. i strung a rope from the light on the ceiling to the nail in the wall, then tied 4 ribbons from the rope, then tied them to my limbs.
THEN i was very "tied up" so i had to rig my NON WIRELESS remote to some more ribbon so i could reach the remote, make sure with every take i laid the scissors and flowers down where i could reach them, shoot again and hope for a good shot. I couldn't view it and re shoot because i was stuck, lol so i only took 5 takes, and got 2 usable ones. For that i am proud of myself.
and for the record, this in no way represents how i feel about m y marriage. lol.
New Diva's challenge - a tangle without a string. Instead of using a string, I choose pre-determined tangles (refresher #28 from tanglepatterns.com): Afterglo, Mumsy, Beadlines, Tripoli, Asian Fans (which I got wrong, but luckily it still looks nice enough).
She's one of the dancers in the
great Hollywood Pin-Up Girls dance
troupe, who I happily watched perform
last night at the historic El Cid nightclub
on Sunset Boulevard.
The girls do Bob Fosse-inspired sexy
burlesque-styled dances to propulsive,
mostly old music. There's a lot of erotic
energy and beautiful motion and smiles
and vibrant spirit.
Elizabeth was my favorite of the group -
even when she was behind some of the
others, she exuded genuine star-power. I took
many photos of the whole troupe, and many of
Elizabeth, who I also photographed backstage -
and I got a lovely one on which this one is based
showing her whole body in motion. But when I
zoomed in mostly on her face, I saw this
essence of motion and beauty, and it
exemplified the spirit
of the night.
I’m so not a glamour photographer, but I simply HAD to shoot a pic like this… like every little girl must have at least one Barbie doll, and one bright pink sumptin’ in her wardrobe. … ;-))
The texture is by pareeerica: www.flickr.com/photos/8078381@N03/4223773043/
The picture was taken at Alirium.
Eyes: Sterling Artistry
Hair: Tokyo Girl
Skin: Faces Studios
Outfit: The White Armory
Jewellery: Ganked
Pose: No Strings Attached
NSA jammer forcing through a pair of OAF blockers at the first roller derby bout I've been to in 21 months.
Apex jump during the first roller derby bout I've seen in 21 months. OAF and NSA are pick-up teams and played this bout coed which is not what I usually shoot, but derby is derby and none of the WFTDA teams in my area have any bouts scheduled for this year.
I don't know if I would have ever uploaded this picture on flickr. Though it's one of my favourites, I didn't read much into it. Then Sel saw it and insisted that I put it up here with a lot of tags. So here it is.
And those shoes...they are one of its kind. I bought them for that 'no strings attached' look that they gave. It's soiled but I still love them.
The picture was clicked in Ooty, outside the Hill Country Resort in Lovedale.
Cast of by a child and flying against the waves and currents of life this small vessel must make it way through the great trials of the ocean and life's many challengers.
This is Wonder Woman. Okay,
I'm willing to accept the fact that
she might not be the real Wonder
Woman, but she's the closest to
the real Wonder Woman of any I've
met. She was hanging out near the
Chinese Theater in Hollywood -
coincidentally with other people
costumed as cartoon and comic book
characters. I was with my beamish lad, Joshua,
and he
happily posed with her, and she kissed
him on the cheek, and said,
"I love you, little boy." How sweet it
is to be six. He was taken aback
by her wonder, as was I. I asked
her if I could take one close-up, and
she smiled this wondersmile
for me,
and here it is for you now.
I decided that I needed my own set of brushed metal images for adjustments.
I went to the U of M this afternoon and took 47 HDR images (141 photos) of brushed metal. This gives you a feel for the set of images. I will begin uploading the rest in the morning.
Each of these brushed metal images are part of the "Steal This Stuff" set and are yours for the taking. Do what ever you want with them (as long as you don't take credit for them of course...). Ignore the "some rights reserved". For some reason I can't set it to "100% free". No attribution is necessary.
He stands there, ever jubilant,
defiant, indifferent to the indifference,
against the spectral black
Angeleno sky,
embracing his razzle-dazzle
rose drum of
alcohol and the retrograde
aura of an arcane circus
which used to traverse this country,
pitching its tentative tarpaulin tents,
its roustabouts juiced on
red wine and white rum,
its crepe-paper tigers tamed and tired,
its clowns running sad and unbound,
until it crashed down like
an insurgent asteroid to the fertile earth
leaving a bloodless crater
at the eternal intersection
of Vineland & Burbank Boulevards
in a hazy dream of North Hollywood
on a late September day
in 1958
as Leopold & Loeb
and Peter Lorre
and Igor Stravinsky
and Fatty Arbuckle
and Nathanael West
and Virginia Rappe
and Clifton Webb
and Lili St. Cyr
and Art Pepper
and Desi Arnaz
and Bugsy Siegel
and Huddie Ledbetter
and Fay Wray
and Kitty Carlisle
and Hoagy Carmichael
and Vivian Vance
and Lightning Hopkins
and Constance Talmadge
and Edith Piaf
and Elmo Lincoln
(the first Tarzan),
and Eleanor Powell
(in the shadows),
and Howling Wolf,
all came and came again
to its famed and
faded carmine counters,
still always searching for
Montgomery Clift
before the crash,
as the captives of desperation
and hostages of ennui
living among its dismal blue shelves
of incandescent sunset sorrow
and forsaken libations
and shimmering chimera
of glamour and gloom
and seasons so soft
and days so hard,
linger through the temperate Decembers
and blazing blue Augusts
with the orange sunsets
forever hovering
up above the railroad rictus
of the frozen smiling tombstone clown
embracing that perpetual blue graveyard drum
in a Hank Williams song
sung by Tammy Wynette
to penetrate the lugubrious chaos
and the breakneck lethargy
with a goodnight kiss
on makeshift lips
and the sad beauty
of the pawnshop promise of
the wild irish rose circus
in the ragged Houdini orange
halo of knick-knack sorrow
and broken radio love songs
and polka-dot insanity of
crossed-wire mesh and
telephone lines and electrical cords
hidden inside the invisible realm
behind the Maxwell House coffee
and irridescent Green Giant cans
of fruit cocktail rainbows
in Dinah Shore's crepuscular
cobwebbed counterfeit
pale-yellow kitchen
where Ethel & Julius Rosenberg
are still alive
and as untouched
and innocent
as Lorenz Hart
and Lefty Frizell
over sovereign Lucky Charms
and green glasses of orange juice
and reverse virtue
that suspends all
inverted time and
makes love
to every holy stranger who drives
by in
a sacred turquoise Plymouth
of abandoned motel buzz
and persistent ghost-town sting and
peppermint schnaps heartbreak
that is perpetually passing by
but never parking
within the
ravaged purple shadow
of the giant manic clown
with the
parade drum of yesteryear
that sings of Circus Liquor:
"Everything that happens,
happens here."
I was at the Sidewalk Cafe
celebrating my birthday, amazed
that I am even older than I was,
though not too old, according to my
pal Salerno, who understands that too
old means you're ready to die, and he wrote
me that he didn't feel I was "deathy," which I
appreciated. I was with my son Joshua
and my wife, and we were enjoying the cool
winds off the Pacific and the parade of
pedestrians and holymen and lunatics
and clowns and musicians and fortune-tellers
and roller-skaters and cyclists and parents
with children and children with other children
all along the long boardwalk.
And I saw Alberta come in to the cafe all alone,
and take a seat at the back. And she looked to
me like someone who had been in movies
a few decades back.
Joshua and I went to the bar
to steal him some maraschino cherries,
at which time I took the opportunity to say
hello to her. I told her she looked wonderful,
and that I loved her hat. And she was quite happy
to meet us, and glad to know we recognized
her happy glory. I asked her if she was in movies,
and she said, no, that she had been in a few
plays. I asked her if i could take her photo,
and she said, "By all means!" and lifted her
glass to toast us. And I took several shots -
and the waiter stood behind me, wondering
why I was taking her photos - you can see him
reflected in the glass. I loved all the rosey pink -
the hues of her hat and flower and blouse and
jacket and even her drink. And she gave me
many happy smiles. After which the waiter
barged in and said, "What are you going to
do with those photos?" I told him, "I'll
keep them." And I bid her goodbye, after she
told me her name was Alberta, and he said
to her, "You're a star."
NSA jammer Scarlotte Brawnte passing the helmet cover to her pivot in a coed roller derby bout against OAF.
Funny graffiti alert! Quick, somebody cover it up with shitty tags and boring stencils and paste-thingies, before it spreads.
In case you're finding it hard to read, here's what it says...
"I would love to do things to her... weird butt things, like get her to take a dump on my chest. And when I think of it, I wouldn't mind if he joined us, just as long as we didn't touch swords, or make eye contact."
… have some juicy, fresh brain… or would you prefer those lovely, crunchy, rotten fishbones?
It’s still Spooky Season, you know.
First of all, I must thank Micky Brumer for playing my headless guest with infinite patience. Micky accidentally waltzed in while I was trying out some poses, and when he sat down on a chair that made his head disappear, I just knew I ’had’ to rope him in. Micky, thank you again, you’ve made this picture a hundred times ghastlier. :)
The wonderfully creepy skin, „Happy Zombie Stripper”, is a new Fortune Teller prize at Fallen Gods. What made me laugh a lot is that Alia Baroque has included a „Superboob” female skin in the package… yeah, your face may rot but your tits are solid like rocks. :))
The hair is by Ganked.
The red dragon eyes are by Sterling Artistry… who else? :)
The red Victorian ballgown is by Montagne Noire, the roses in the avie’s hair and on her shoulder are part of the „Dead Bride” avatar by HeidiHo Huet (HoWear).
The pose is by No Strings Attached.
The picture was taken at Bellic Manor: slurl.com/secondlife/Hygh/88/194/1511
You must hurry if you would like to visit, because the haunted manor will be online until November 1st.
The texture is by Distressed Jewell: www.flickr.com/photos/jewellofdistressed/4491286736/in/se...
He was sitting on the grass
between the ocean and the boardwalk
of Venice Beach. I was with my boy Joshua
on my birthday. He was glad to allow me
to photograph him. When I asked him
his name, he said, "Fingers." Later,
Joshua, who is six, said to his mother,
"Mommy, did you know Fingers
is a name?"
"It's a nickname," she said.
"No," he corrected. "It's his real name."