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Atomic Ranch celebrates the optimism of the Atomic Age. A time in post war America where the future was bright and architecture and design mirrored that optimism. The dream of owning your own post and beam style rancher and a Detroit automobile were well within reach. The space age signaled in a new era and the future never seamed so bright. Of course there was a constant threat of nuclear annihilation, but you could always excavate your yard to make way for a fall out shelter.
This was inspired by one of my favorite Mod style magazines; Atomic Ranch. A great resource for all your Mid-Century style needs.
The model is lighted with Blinky Bricks lights. www.blinkybricks.com/
Beebs in her ruffle panties I made for her, me in my Honeydew ruffle panties with ice cream cones on them. Another shot I'd been planning on doing, but hadn't made time for it until tonight.
Atomic Robo is one of my favorite comics right now. If you've never read it or heard of it, go out and buy it now. Robo is the fictional creation of scientist Nikola Tesla, created in the early 1900s. All the stories are in miniseries format, some depicting present day and others depicting various times of his life. He fights monsters, vampires, robots, and the occasional talking dinosuar. Seriously, check it out, its good stuff.
Owen "OJ" Jones calls me and says "Christina I want to shoot you." Thank God I know Owen well or I'd be concerned. In front of the camera I go!
More on and from Owen from his Flickr and other accounts:
Hi All,
Well, I wanted to be Tommy Tune who is really Thomas James "Tommy" Tune growing up. Tommy is an American actor, dancer, singer, theatre director, producer, and choreographer. Tommy and I are from the same place in Texas. He was my hero and early on in my life I figured out I was probably a girl captured in a man's body. I enjoyed dressing in my older sister's clothes. This was a horror for my father and older brother's who all played football at the local high school. I knew football well. I knew the Dallas Cowboys playbook but unless I could wear a garter belt and cuban heel stockings like the one's I saw in the magazines I simply was not interested.
One day something bad happened that would torture me for years to come. It was Halloween and the football team had won a big game. As was customary the school had a bon fire and everyone dressed in costumes. I dressed as a 50's vamp and I looked like a tall pin up in high heels that made me look even taller. Kids were drinking before they came to the function and I guess I happen to catch the eye of one of the star football players who was the very best athlete in town. One thing led to the next and we found ourselves embraced in my mom's car outside of town. I won't go into detail but it got hot and heavy and the next thing I know people were rocking the car as they believed Mister Wonderful was scoring a hot chick. When the main event began to unravel and people realized it was he and I, the fingers began to be pointed. I was smacked hard by some of the people and worse. Days later the school officials were involved and I was accused of using a date rape type of drug on Mister Wonderful. I mean who wants to give a full ride to an athlete you can't trust in the shower room at university?
A deal was made by my father for me to transfer schools so to avoid an investigation. I quit school. I was a decent photographer and I would make my way on my talent. I left Texas and headed to a more liberal NYC. Deeper than the beating I had taken at my father's hand was the emotional scars that I was not a man nor did I want to be.
NYC did not work out for various reasons. Sex was easy but work was scarce and love was more scarce. I finished night school and then community college for public relations. One day a friend of mine said to grab my camera and lets go to London. I had never been out of the U.S.A. and this was something. He had a companion ticket and I was his companion for five days hitting the bar scene and seeing the sights.
London did it for me. At the end of five days I was staying and I told my friend just that. I had no work visa but how hard could that be? Answer : very hard and near impossible for a Yank! I was into the punk scene and I knew the music. BDS&M had become a topic of discussion and the club scene was fired up. I supported myself by taking pictures at clubs and selling them to the local small newspapers. Celebrities were hot but there was something hotter. The movers and shakers of London. The people that made the world turn. People that when they walked into a room or into a club everyone noticed. Time stopped and then it began again. Johnnie did this and she was the best there ever was at it. I was paid extra for her pictures as the club owners would arrange for me to be there when she came in and of course I had to mention she was at the club partying all night which wasn't always the case.
Johnnie had bought her name form the real Johnnie Bahama. A guy who was dying of throat cancer from smoking two packs a day. He made t-shirts for rockers and in the end he wanted to visit his son whom he had never seen in New Zealand. Johnnie made this possible. She flew him first class to and from New Zealand and stuffed his pockets with cash. Rumor is he never used the return ticked and he died with his son and his son's family.
Johnnie was none other than Christina Saint Marche. She was a successful business woman who wanted more out of life than to live her life. Johnnie Bahama became her alter ego as she kept her main business separate from the Soho location of JB. In the clubs people only knew her as Johnnie not Christina. Johnnie was my meal ticket and I road her like a straight man at a pussy party. I was like my uncle's bloodhound tracking her every club move. She had the rags or newspapers that serviced the clubs attention. Her pictures are what every paper wanted. She dressed the part, diamonds, skin, more diamonds, high heels, skin and class. Every boy toy wanted her. Every man wanted to be with her. She was IT! She had her own vineyard in France that actually dyed the Champagne pink which makes it unsalable under French rules so what does Johnnie do? She pulls a Smokey and the Bandit and commissions two tractor trailers to deliver Champagne to the clubs in London so to be held exclusively for her as stock which was never sold to the public. You drank with Johnnie, you drank pink Champagne. Johnnie Bahama Limited was ripping up Soho and the club scene with its creations and Johnnie was becoming more and more known as Christina.
The party came to an end one day as Christina called a press conference. I was there. It was painful because Johnnie Bahama Limited was going to be shelved. The space would be turned over to all the workers along with pay checks for a full year so that they could come up with their own brands and build from what they had learned. Christina faced the media and at times I thought she would be speechless but she told her side of the story. She simply wanted to create something without being held to the standards of Christina Saint Marche Limited. Johnnie was over for her and it was time to go back full time to Christina.
I must have taken 150 shots of Johnnie that day and a few days later I made an appointment to see her. I brought her a gift of a selection of the pictures framed by a friend of mine. Johnnie received me at her offices which reminded me of someone's mansion with staircases and beautiful paintings. It was a building on Piccadilly she owned and had taken the top two floors for her operations and private salon. We spoke for a few moments before I blurted out that I was technically out of business because of her and I would be returning to the states. No Johnnie, no work visa and rent due in a few weeks. Without skipping a beat she turned and stated to give one of her girls my information. Somehow, someway within a few days I was filling out paperwork for a work visa and was soon to be an employee in Christina's world. She never said why she hired me but only that I looked like I could use a friend and that she wasn't my friend but to pick one of the girls in the outer offices and they could be my friend. She'd instruct the chosen one to simply do it. Tough as they come and very smart with numbers. That was Johnnie.
Over time her heart softened towards me. I expressed my passion for men and all things womanly. On occasions I would have dates and some of the office girls would go to Christina and ask if they could sign out a fur coat or outfit for me to wear from the vault. I remember once seeing Christina in a restaurant as I was with an older gentleman. I was in full drag and she did a double take. I could see a half smile but like Meryl Streep's character Miranda in the movie the Devil Wears Prada, Christina was cool as they come. She never acknowledged me at the restaurant. The very next day she called me into her salon and asked what is your name? I said Owen. She responded No, what is your female name as I assumed that was you in one of my £38,000 coats last evening at the restaurant. At a minimum I should have a chance to ask how you like the coat in front of your gentleman friend. You know, as if you had just purchased it and were a client? I gave her my street name as Vivien. Well Vivien, next time you have a date lets have one of my cosmetic girls fix you up a bit. Nothing too over the top but some extra help and oh by the way, lets not play Hollywood and have sex in the coat at some hotel or worse the back of a car. I still wear coats out of the wardrobe locker and well, you know. I blushed then I saw the devilish corner smile from her mouth and I knew we were cool.
In 2009 I fell in love with an older man from Amsterdam and today I live with him often as a female. It was difficult to leave Christina. She turned my life around and I like to think that I did a good job for her as well. She never sad goodbye to me. She did as she always does, kisses on the cheeks and she says enjoy your holiday, see you when you return.
I see what people have written on her Flickr account and other social media accounts. I am not sure anyone realizes its Christina that actually takes time out of her life and answers everyone. She connects on so many different levels with people but most of all, she connects. She's a tough business woman but she truly loves people. I wanted to share my photography and my public relations work with those who would be interested in seeing the business person named Christina Saint Marche. As I become more accustom with this media I will begin to tell my story as well. I still live in shame for my name but as Christina once told me, Owen I taught Linda Lovelace everything she knew about sex so please don't waste my time telling me you're a woman cause you enjoy sex with men. Stop worrying about labels and what people think. Just be happy and everything else will be just fine. I promise you that. Never doubt my word Owen. She then added "Linda Lovelace, please, the woman was a bore and ultimately a horrible student!" That was Christina. A person who lives life like no other can.
Johnnie Bahama For Ever!
This Flickr stream and my other blogs are not affiliated with Christina Saint Marche Limited or Christina Saint Marche. All pictures here are held in joint ownership with Ms. Saint Marche or are my own copyright work. I have maintained rights in the photographs of Ms. Saint Marche as I was involved with her company for several years as a Print Media Relations Liaison. Prior to that relationship I was an independent photographer for European based magazines and small newspapers which focused on entertainment and celebrities.
Another one from the last sunrise shoot of 2009 in the fine company of the Ramblers :)
Such an amazing morning,with storms out to sea and this stunning sunrise appearing over the north breakwater.It really doesn't get any better than this and i think we were all a bit in awe of the beauty we witnessed.
the ramblers were DUGI,JOHN,IMRAN (FROM OUR MANCHESTER BRANCH),NEET,GRAEME,SIMON please check out their streams.
EXIF....F19....8 SECONDS....ISO 100....17MM....LEE 0.9H ND GRAD.
explore #132 02-jan-10
Richland, WA remembers the beginning of the Manhattan Project, 75 years ago. Music and dancing in the park recall the 40s and 50s.
Of course, on the flip side, there's this: www.flickr.com/photos/22298775@N05/40600214624/in/album-7...
Well, here it is. My second and final entry into the 100th Lugnut's challenge
I picked No. 98 and my assignment was to build any bubble top car.
I was originally going to build The Homer but settled for something a little more exciting and more my speed.
And once again I had tons of fun building and photographing this beauty.
The majority of the building got finished in the last few days and as one usually does there best work when under pressure I'm pretty satisfied with the result.
There are a few areas that I would have liked to spend more time tackling but hey, you need to stop at some point.
Thanks once again Lugnuts for another super fun challenge!
Let me know what you think.
Items left behind in one of the abandoned middle schools in Pripyat.
Named for the nearby Pripyat River, Pripyat was founded on 4 February 1970, the ninth nuclear city in the Soviet Union, for the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant. It was officially proclaimed a city in 1979, and had grown to a population of 49,360 before being evacuated a few days after the 26 April 1986 Chernobyl disaster.
Though Pripyat is located within the administrative district of Ivankiv Raion, the abandoned city now has a special status within the larger Kiev Oblast (province), being administered directly from Kiev. Pripyat is also supervised by Ukraine's Ministry of Emergencies, which manages activities for the entire Chernobyl Exclusion Zone.
Access to Pripyat, unlike cities of military importance, was not restricted before the disaster as nuclear power stations were seen by the Soviet Union as safer than other types of power plants. Nuclear power stations were presented as being an achievement of Soviet engineering, where nuclear power was harnessed for peaceful projects. The slogan "peaceful atom" (Russian: ?????? ????, mirnyj atom) was popular during those times. The original plan had been to build the plant only 25 km (16 mi) from Kiev, but the Ukrainian Academy of Sciences, among other bodies, expressed concern about it being too close to the city. As a result, the power station and Pripyat were built at their current locations, about 100 km (62 mi) from Kiev. After the disaster the city of Pripyat was evacuated in two days.
A 35 man (plus guides) trip to the Ukraine exploring Chernobyl, the village, Duga 3, Pripyat and Kiev including Maidan (Independence Square) and observing the peaceful protests underway.
Some new faces, some old, made new friends and generally we were in our elements.
Rhetorical question but did we have a blast? You bet!
Amazing group, top guys. Till the next time!
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Luftwaffe Panavia Tornado IDS 46+07 from Jagdbombergeschwader 33 seen on static display at Kleine-Brogel's Belgian Air Force Days
JbG-33 is a fighter-bomber wing and is based in West Germany at Büchel Air Base.
The unit provides Air Interdiction, Offensive Counter Air and Close Air Support and is the only remaining unit in the German Air Force capable of delivering nuclear weapons
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Powered by an atomic energy ball and built with a diamond/titanium hybrid alloy, this small bot can lift incredible weight and sustain massive forces, which makes it ideal for a number of tasks such as car throwing, wall smashing, and taking things apart really fast....just don't ask him to put it back together. Impulsive, irrational, and indestructable - this bot has a set of characteristics that end up getting him into trouble.
The flow of bots never cease, I really should build something else, but new head ideas just keep popping up - and you really should have a body to go with them. Some ideas here taking from my previous bots, so not really a whole lot of new stuff going on.
The Atomic Arrow is an extremely fast speeder bike named after its dart-like shape and neon-green glow. Equipped with a gamma fusion engine, hard-light stabilizer wings, and powerful thrusters, this lean, mean, racing machine was built for speed! You can see it here racing down the Nightline City Raceway at breakneck speeds piloted by its rider Jade Lightning.
This is my Nightline City entry for the Lego Speeder Bikes Racing League contest.
The beach at Dungeness is the largest shingle peninsula in Europe. It's quite a sight, with lighthouses, wooden cottages and other abandoned buildings dotted across the area. There are also two nuclear power stations. This is a shot of Dungeness A, the older of the two, which ceased generating electricity in December 2006.
Carla, who was attracted to the atomic bokeh, asked me to say HBW!
Part of the ministract set.
The atomic clock made by Hewlett-Packard.
It was a master clock of Japan Standard Time (JST).
Japan Standard Time (JST) [wikipedia.org]
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan_Standard_Time
SA-9 with 50/1.4a Fujicolor Superia Premium 400 f/2.0