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AGFA pd 16 ready set Camera redeemed from my attic. Now she is on a pedestal, primped and read-set-go for a photo.
3/52 weeks of gratitude.
I am grate full that my hubby did not listen to me when told him to throw a box of old cameras away. I had no time to photograph since I had the baby. And her middle name really should have been "NEEDY". It seemed like I would never be able to return to my photography career.
Recently I have seen many vintage camera's showing up in flickr. I said to my husband. I wish I did not throw those old camera's away. He replied " I did not throw them away, I knew you would one day regret that. So I put them in the attic". Wow! I am grateful that he did not listen to me.
But I am even more grateful that he knows me better than I know myself.
This also is for my heart series.
EXPLORE: Jan 10/2010
I was tagged by [Bun*],
Here are the rules in case you've been tagged:
1. Sit down
2. Take a picture of yourself at this moment, no primping, just a snapshot.
3. Upload
4. Tag 5 to do the same
He sido marcado por [Bun*],
Aquí están las reglas:
1. Siéntate.
2. Hazte una foto ahora, sin retoques, simplemente una instantánea.
3. Cárgala.
4. Marca a 5 personas para que hagan lo mismo.
Before our big formal dinner, a quick pic in the lobby... Jamie, Heidi, Cristy, Kimberly, and me. Off to get into my sequins!
Esto fue obra de mónica zamudio (moon.soon):
You have been tagged!
Rules:
1. sit down.
2. take a picture of yourself right now. don't primp, just snap one!
3. upload it.
4. tag 5 people to do the same
Tagged: Stefhany - Pitzo - m a r i a - lookaround - Ana Pascal
Got tagged by storeknut, the toughest and baddest he-man in western Norway...his words not mine! Although he's not my friend anymore (!), check out his pics, they're really VERY good! www.flickr.com/photos/storeknut/
You've been tagged!
Rules:
1. sit down.
2. take a picture of yourself right now. don't primp, just snap one!
3. upload it.
4. tag 5 people to do the same.
BE AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID!!
This female bushtit just finished bathing in the local stream, and was fixing her face on the twig. After a few minutes of primping she was ready for the day, and sang her song before taking off.
5:30 AM... off work, makeup on... because I am not going to bed! Too many days not primping! My eyes look tired, but rest assured, they are brimming with glee to be me again!
I love every one of you bold, brave girls!
For geese that chase, they sure didn't mind me...Love that soft downy white part under the tail feathers - wow, never saw it so close
Mi Flickr amiga Maria Pia me ha invitado a participar en este juego.
1. Sit down.
2. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one!
3. Upload it.
4. Tag 5 people to do the same
5. write 16 things about you
Español
1. sientate
2. sàcate una foto lo mejor que puedas
3. sùbela
4. Marca a 5 personas para que continúen el juego.
5. y escribe 16 cosas acerca de ti.
Aqui estan mis 16:
1. Me gusta pasar tiempo con mi familia.
2. Mi mayor temor es la soledad.
3. Vivo en un pais que no es el mio.
4. Me gusta la musica romantica.
5. Salgo a caminar/correr por las mañanas.
6. Me rodea mucha gente que verdaderamente me quiere y apoya.
7. Soy muy sensible al sufrimiento ajeno.
8. Muy orgullosa de tener la posición que tengo en mi trabajo pues a pesar que no estoy en mi pais, sobresali. Aprendi el idioma y logre incorporame en su cultura y abrirme paso en el ambito professional.
9. Me gusta la comida picante como buena Mexicana.
10. Me gusta la lectura…usualmente libros de superacion personal.
11. No he tenido mucha suerte en el amor…Amo y no soy correspondida, me aman y no se corresponder.
12. Soy muy chillona (pero no me gusta que nadie me vea llorar)
13. Creci en la religion catolica, y se que Dios esta siempre conmigo!
14. Estoy enamorada del amor…algun dia llegara mi principe…aunque no sea azul.
15. Solo hay una persona a la que puedo llamar amiga: Esperanza
16. Sueño con viajar a diferentes paises Europeos y Sur Americanos
Y ahora yo invito a :
Damayork
Roxi Rosita Rios
Steven Miller
Juan Tomas
Bahketni
Jorgelinadelsur
I was tagged by Capt. Morgan,
So here I am still in my pjs with bed head. We won't discuss that its just afternoon and I still haven't showered and dressed. No primping, just put the camera on the tripod, set it to bw mode and set the timer. Could've used the bathroom mirror, but then y'all would've seen how dirty my bathroom mirror is. And yes I did crop out the ugly couch.....
Here are the rules:
1. Sit down.
2. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one!
3. Upload it.
4. Tag 5 people to do the same.
So, hmm I'm tagging..
Jady, Paige kmrphotography, elb_the_prof and....Hotshoe Tango. Spread the love...
Tagged by www.flickr.com/photos/juliusfrumble/
1. Sit down.
2. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one!
3. Upload it.
4. Tag 5 people to do the same
www.flickr.com/photos/amodalie/
www.flickr.com/photos/schiufs4u/
snapped on my computer's "photo booth" here in my office at school, a few minutes ago -- ernie tagged me last week for this instant-self-portrait thing, but i was running out the door and half-crazed -- so now i'm finally catching up with the idea.
hi everyone!
Here are the rules:
1. Stop what you're doing.
2. TAKE A PICTURE OF YOURSELF RIGHT NOW. Don't primp, just snap one!
3. Upload it.
4. Tag 5 people to do the same (name check in your comment and/or send flickrmail)
Taken by my colleague Ineke (thank you babe)
on our office at the gynecologists today; clowning, like always...
Sorry for the movement in the image, she just shook me ;-))
Rules:
1. sit down.
2. take a picture of yourself right now. don't primp, just snap one!
3. upload it.
4. tag 5 people to do the same.
My collecting BFF recently got the Francie Sears exclusive ‘Rise ‘n Shine’ giftset negligee outfit from 1971/72 and let me borrow it for my Francie with Growin’ Pretty Hair (which of course was the doll that was originally included in that giftset). Here she is primping and preening in the Barbie Quick Curl boutique from 1973.
A group of American White Pelicans preening in preparation for their portrait, except for the two resting who prefer the "beauty sleep" approach. White Rock Lake, Dallas, Texas, November 2014
My spoos are not primped and pampered, far from it. In fact, I let them get dirty and muddy and sandy and all that other Real dog fun stuff. I figure I wanted dogs... I ought to let them be dogs.
Mercury fun fact 19:
Mercury loves to play fetch in the sandbox. ---- what was your first clue?
Yes, they track that sand everywhere. Takes me a couple days of brushing to get it out of their thick coats. Good thing they sleep on top of the covers in the bed!
This is a vanity mirror with storage that I created for my column in ReadyMade. It was made with all found objects. This shot was by me at the photoshoot, you can see the photographer there in the mirror. Read about it in the new issue.
I got the girls today!! They are almost ready for photos minus some minor drying and primping. More to come!
Sandhills primping themselves in the early light of the morning in the small lot across the street. Not sure if its a dusty lens or particulates in the air.
"I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe in pink. I believe happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and… I believe in miracles.”
~ Audrey Hepburn
Makeup and styling by the talented Kelayla of www.transvista.co.uk/
DSC09993
9 Feb 18
I was tagged by Campel :-)
How to play the game:
1. sit down.
2. take a picture of yourself right now. don't primp, just snap one!
3. upload it.
4. tag 5 people to do the same.
that's all!
And my nominees are:
My friend Dale's version, he is brilliantly talented, please check out his awesome site
www.flickr.com/photos/murmurproject/
the original is the fourth pic following this one
RED HERRINGS
There is a certain upper class jewelle emporium with a branch located in a rather large modern shopping centre. A while back, across the way, a fancy dress shoppe opened that custom tailors one of a kind party dresses, gowns and tuxes at prices only very few could afford.
The managers of the two stores came up with an idea to primp up sales on weekends by having their male employees dress in the dress shoppes tuxes, while the predominately female clerks would wear gowns and dresses designed by the dress shoppe designers. With the female attendants from each upper crust establishment wearing the jewelle emporiums’ glittery offerings in an added enticement to attract sales.
The concept turned out to be a smashing success, with a marked 10 % increase in the fancy dress shoppes revenue, and a 17 % increase of revenue in the jewelle emporioum branches’ till in the first month alone!
However, success does not always come without its little drawbacks….
One weekend just after term, a female university student hired on at the dress shoppe. This day she was an absolute vision, resplendent in a long flowing gown of satin and lace, wearing a rather regally shimmering diamond pendent with matching earrings and bracelet! Midway in into her shift, she waited upon a smartly attired long haired, mid aged lady in search of a long dress to wear at an affluently posh affair. As she tried on a satin number that made her look like a movie star (which she decidedly was not) the lady could not take her eyes off the clerks jeweles.
The clerk let her have a closer look and informed her exuberantly that they could be purchased at the Jewelle Emporium across the way, where there was a wide selection to be had for a stealing price…..!
The lady soon had a far off look in her eyes…
Apparently she was the ex-wife of some quite high ranking police official, having been replaced by a much younger version trophy wife some years before….. This lady, who, shall we say, had a grudge to bare, would certainly not be attending the wake of her ex once he passed on!
Holding up the diamond pendent to eye level, She began to tell the young, excitable clerk a story that would have the young student forever more keeping a keen eye about whenever out for a posh night of it……
Now, we are not sayin the tale below is loosely based on that chic shoppers’ story, but it definitely is not a story, if true, that the police would be willing to have tossed about in the publics’ realms …….
And one does not simply want to be accused of telling porkey pies, now does one?
Red Herrings :
Act One - Herrings best served cold
The Director, down from London, had done a good sell of his rather unique Idea.
The Bishop listened eagerly, not necessarily because he was as interested in the gentlemen’s request, as much as his Holiness was interested in the carrot that had been dangled, all £ 8000 pounds worth. All one was to do for it was just to allow the Director, his small camera crew and 3 actors to do a bit of test screen movie making.
Filming would take place at the Upper Eastminster Catholic Diocese’s Charities Ball , annually held at St Davids .. As it turned out, £ 8000 pounds was exactly the amount needed to do some majored repair work on the Cathedrals’ slate roof, so the Bishop agreed to give it a listen.
It would be quick, the Director assuredly promised, in and out, only about 90 minutes needed to film in 2 locations. A dance scene inside, and a tryst in the extensive gardens outside.
Not a naughty tryst, the Bishop asked, concerned about the church’s reputation. Not atoll the Director assured him, just a bit of light snogging with an embrace or two , no one’s clothes will come off in the process… Just think of the love scene in Casablanca, nothing more harmless than that will be filmed in the gardens I dare say!
Would the guests be put out? The Bishop asked, concerned because he knew that they would be paying out a lot for the tickets to attend the event. The good Bishop was reasonably concerned with losing an amount of profit equal to , if not greater than , the check the Director was dangling.
Nobody’s nose would be put out of joint, and the news of the filming may prove to be a great draw..The producer convincingly put the Bishops concerns at ease, almost like he was just as worried as his Holiness about losing money. But it was only a screen test, was it not? Was one question that was left unasked….so what money was the Director worried about?
All the guests had to do was ignore the filming as it was going on, although they could gather and watch off screen, and there would be also a £ 5 payout to anyone caught on camera as an extra, £15 per couple used on the dance floor … The Director added, trying to lay all further misgivings to rest.
His concerns finally nullified, The Bishop happily took the pre-offered check and gave his blessing to the producer and his good works.
Word spread, like wildfire around the Diocese, and soon the good Bishop had received an unprecedented number of reservations for the annual formal event, filling the large ballroom of St David’s to the max.. which was actually quite a feat in and of itself!
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The evening of the ball was a warm autumn one, with a full moon promising to soon peek over the horizon. A weak gusting wind blew through, cutting down the light fog attempting to rise, and gently blowing the dresses and gowns of the female guest, like so many coulorful and shiny flags, as they excitably emerged from their Limos, Rolls and other rather pricy fancy sports automobiles.
The setting sun played of the jewels specially worn out for the occasion, creating a show of colourful sparks from the expensive pieces. For the wealthy guests had dressed to the dashing nines with regal displays of an almost absurd amount of jewels and expensive gowns brought out or brought for the occasion…. Not for the Charity Ball in as much as hopes of getting on cameras….
Soon the large Ballroom Chambre at St David’s was filled with guests; dancing, drinking and waiting hopefully for the evenings’ main entertainment to come soon.
They were late, almost nine before the filming crew, consisting of the Director, an assistant, his crew of two cameramen, and his 2 actors, (1 quite attractively attired and professionally made up Lady and 1 rather dashing male who looked quite a bit like a young William Powell ) waltzed in. The Ballroom was still filled, most guests waiting in eager anticipation for them to arrive.
A young priest with thick glasses met the Director and crew outs side as they arrived, thanking them graciously for the donation and the extra money earned through the publicity. He quite amicably chatted with the crew as they unloaded, following them back inside, before reappearing where a group of young ladies and woman had gathered around the rather handsome actor. Breaking through he took the actor by the arm and whispering in his ear, led him gratefully through the throng of dolled up females, and inside the chambre where the director was waiting. The actor thanked him, as all eyes were now upon him, with the level of chattering that could be heard in the background noticeably had risen when the actor had walked in. Taking his leave, the young priest slipped unnoticed disappearing into the background.
There was a lot of interest for the mulling crowd of sparkling well-heeled gusts as the filmmakers set up the 2 cameras around the dance floor.
The director go right to it.
A song was requested and the Director selected a large group of couples from the crowd to participate. Picking out a different group each time they replayed the same song between takes. Quite a few of the ladies he selected as dancers were younger, obviously single, and had to scamper about in a whirlwind of swishing gowns to collect men to dance with. This flurry of activity created a great source of amusement to the crowd whom had gathered around just to watch with upmost attention.
All eyes were upon the actor as he escorted the actress to the floor. The actors filmed several different dance scenes to the same song, in and out of the extras dancing on the same floor. Quite a few of the guests, against the Director’s admonitions, stole looks at the actor and his actress partner. But it was only for a screen test he reasoned, and let it go unchallenged, or reshot ….
Then, at the end, the Director asked for a young volunteer to dance with the actor, a semi well known man known for playing a supporting role on a new tele-drama.. A flurry of ladies raised their primly satin gloved hands(their dangling bracelets and rings sparkling like so many fireworks out of control) and finally , after much deliberation, the actor chose one, and they danced for almost twenty minutes in order to get the extra footage just right… The whole ballroom scene took about 80 minutes to shoot, the band played the same song almost 7 times through. But no one really noticed or cared, they were all so absorbed and caught up in the thrill of things that time, and most other distractions, went unnoticed.
Then came time to film the garden tryst, and the majority of the guests filed out and crowed together to watch the filming through breaks in the hedges. The scene was to take place in a far corner of the garden, next to an old ornate wrought iron gazebo that was the center point of the extensive gardens, both being some 300 years old. It took almost 90 minutes of shooting with the scene repeated several times with the actress meeting the handsome actor in three different takes on the same play…
To the discern of many of the young female guests, still gripped in the fanciful mood of the evening, and still quite drooling over the handsome actor so near, there was no asking for an amateur volunteer to shoot a kissing scene!
So it was now going on past midnight before they were finished filming the screen test. The camera crew started packing up, as the Director, actor and actress signed autographs. The young priest with thick glasses reappeared to hand out some tablets for the signatures, suggesting their use.
After this ritual was finished, the crew filed into the black van and a limo and left the gathering.
The crowd watched until the last tail light turned the corner than began to break up.
A few left for the evening, exhausted by the long night of it, and facing a dark drive home to their mansions and town houses.
But quite a few dispersed back inside for a final dance to properly end the quite exciting events of the evening ….!
Unbeknownst to them, the evening was quite far from being over !
End of Act 1
“Quand on rencontre un mystère, on croit généralement être scélérats cachés “
Author Unknown
To be Continued 😉
I was tagged by BigBlackLincoln
the rules:
1. sit down.
2. take a picture of yourself right now. don't primp, just snap one !
3. upload it.
4. tag 5 people to do the same.
I tag:
fotocandida
turbojoe
Savage_Dave
abitblue
Right Brain
From the look of it, you'd think Venice spent all its time primping. Bask in the glory of Grand Canal palaces, but make no mistake: this city's a powerhouse. You may have heard that Venice is an engineering marvel, with marble churches built atop ancient posts driven deep into the barene (mud banks) – but the truth is that this city is built on sheer nerve. Reasonable people might blanch at water approaching their doorsteps and flee at the first sign of acqua alta (high tide). But reason can’t compare to Venetian resolve. Instead of bailing out, Venetians have flooded the world with voluptuous Venetian-red paintings and wines, music, Marco Polo spice-route flavours, and bohemian-chic fashion.
Read more: www.lonelyplanet.com/italy/venice#ixzz33Nng9fER
Camera: Nikon D800
Lens: Nikon Nikkor 16-35mm f4.0 G ED VRII
Please do not use my photograph on any means without my explicit permission and/or consent. Thank you!
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3 Theme: BOUDOIR BEHAVIOR:
A "boudoir" is a private bedroom for resting or dressing. Show us your doll(s) lounging or primping in her bedroom.
Deadloine June 27th. Please vote for Agnes after the deadline !!!!
I was fortunate to have recieved a commendation for this photo in the 2024 Aus+NZ Mono Awards.
As I was heading home from a fabulous morning at the Canberra Agricultural Show I took a shortcut around the back of the stables. I spotted this mare being washed and primped before the dressage competition.
As the handler switched off the hose and the last drips were falling from the horse's face and mane, it saw me watching her and we shared this moment.
I discovered later that her name is Rebelle and she went on to win the blue ribbon.
Canberra
Australia