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With dimes covering her last name for her privacy. If I remember, I think this was about 14 1/2 by 20 or so.
Those little lemons are bigger and heavier now, and you can see they are looking more natural, as to how they are hanging! (an update!)
(more details later, as time permits)
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Throughout my adult life, most of my business trips have involved air travel from New York City; I’ve seen the insides of more airports and more airplanes than I care to remember.
But most of my trips along the eastern corridor of the U.S. have involved trains, and I find them to be a very relaxing and enjoyable contrast. These trips almost always start with a subway ride to Penn Station, rather than a taxi ride to JFK or LGA or EWR; and they are followed by a relatively pleasant journey along the East Coast on an Amtrak Acela train that has a much greater chance of departing and arriving on time than most of my airplane journeys.
On a recent trip to Philadelphia, my journey began with a subway ride from 96th Street to Penn Station; and then a train trip to the architecturally interesting Amtrak station in Philadelphia, before reaching my client’s office for a day-long meeting. At the end of the day, the journey reversed itself, and I was back home shortly after dinner.
I took a few photos and videos along the way; the ones I’ve uploaded here are representative of the trip...
came across this young Song Trush (?) today while working in my client's garden. Had to abandon the border I was weeding and move somewhere else so this little fella wouldn't miss his/her meal. And he/she was demanding it rather loudly ;-)
110/365
Bodycon dresses are extremely popular with my girls (and myself!) at The Salon. They let us put the goods openly on display for our clients - even before we get undressed!
This kind of slow teasing is especially useful in our escort work, when my girls are flattering their client's manhood and pretending that they are mesmerized by his masculine charms. There is little that pleases a septuagenarian aristocrat more than being accompanied on a date by an attractive and curvacious younger woman - wearing a very clingy, sexy and revealing dress! This ritual (usually!) puts lead in their pencils.
Bodycon dresses are thus a key part of the slow, gentle build-up that our noble clients require - especially if they are intending to go full steam ahead back at their hotel. Or perhaps in one of our girls' well-equipped private boudoirs, in our notorious HQ at No.1 Westmoreland Mews!
Love and Kisses to All My Friends and Fansl!
xxxxxxx
Lady Rebecca Lyndon
Duchess of Basingstoke
counsel for the defense, call your next witness.
the defense rests, your honor.
oh? are you sure you want to do that?
your honor, we believe that the evidence clearly establishes that the defendant could not have been in a corner of the room at the time the crime was committed.
not in a corner, you say?
just a feeling we have, your honor.
well, I don't know, but it's your funeral. or your client's, rather, if you're wrong.
thank you for that, your honor.
no problem.
I saw her walking across the driveway of one of my client's houses. So I picked her up and put her on a plant in the garden for safety. Then ran for my camera. She sat still for quite a while. Maybe as a thank you..
For my sister Taryn who's nickname was ladybug when we were growing up.
Explore #260
The We're Here! gang is packing up vintage luggage today. This is my overnight bag from when I was a teenager, and my hardhat from when I used to visit my client's mills.
Room Lift is an interior design business that specializes in re-designing one room, while utilizing as much of their client's furnishings and decor as possible.
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***Sorry, this is a retake. I accidentally deleted the picture.***
Around 1804, the village of Neetzow came into the possession of the von Kruse family, originally from Holstein. The Liesen family settled here and built a manor house and an unusual park.
Neetzow Castle is a manor house in the town of Neetzow in the district of Vorpommern-Greifswald not far from the Baltic Sea. The design of the neo-Gothic style building, erected in 1851, comes from the Berlin architect Friedrich Hitzig and the clinker bricks even came from the Kruses' own brickworks. The last owner, Wolf-Eginhard von Kruse, was expropriated in 1945. The manor house had been plundered in the same year and the furniture had been destroyed or stolen. Fireplaces, stucco ornaments and murals were preserved.
The park was designed by Peter Joseph Lenné. The client's wife was in charge of the execution. Today, the central pond is still surrounded by special features such as cucumber magnolia or chestnut, as well as North American shingle oak, pyramid oak, Persian oak, Oriental spruce and Caucasian walnut.
In GDR times, the building and manor were used from 1952 to 1962 as the seat of the State Folklore Ensemble of the GDR. Subsequently, the Institute of Agricultural Economics of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences moved to the castle, which remained here until 1991. The estate lived in the shadows for about 10 years. In 2001, the house returned to private ownership. After three years of renovation, a hotel with 29 rooms and restaurant was opened in the castle in 2004 and the park was partially restored.
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*** Sorry, dass ist eine Wiederholung. Ich hab aus Versehen das Bild gelöscht.***
Der Ort Neetzow gelangte um 1804 in den Besitz der ursprünglich aus Holstein stammenden Familie von Kruse. Die Gutsherren Liesen sich hier nieder und errichteten ein Herrenhaus sowie einen außergewöhnlichen Park.
Das Schloss Neetzow ist ein Herrenhaus im Ort Neetzow im Landkreis Vorpommern-Greifswald unweit der Ostsee. Der Entwurf des 1851 im neugotischen Stil errichteten Gebäudes stammt vom Berliner Architekten Friedrich Hitzig und die Klinker kamen sogar aus der eigenen Ziegelei der Kruses. Der letzte Besitzer, Wolf-Eginhard von Kruse, wurde 1945 enteignet. Das Herrenhaus war im gleichen Jahr geplündert worden, wobei das Mobiliar zerstört oder entwendet wurde. Kamine, Stuckornamente und Wandmalereien blieben erhalten.
Der Parkentwurf stammt von Peter Joseph Lenné. Die Frau des Bauherrn leitete die Ausführung. So findet man um dem mittigen Teich heute immer noch Besonderheiten wie die Gurken-Magnolie oder auch die Edelkastanie sowie nordamerikanische Schindeleichen, Pyramideneiche, Persische Eiche, Orientalische Fichte Oder die Kaukasische Flügelnuss.
Zu DDR-Zeiten wurde das Gebäude und Gut von 1952 bis 1962 als Sitz des Staatlichen Folklore Ensembles der DDR genutzt. Anschließend zog das Institut für Agrarökonomik der Akademie der Landwirtschaftswissenschaften ins Schloss, das hier bis 1991 blieb. Rund 10 Jahre fristete das Gut ein Schattendasein. Im Jahr 2001 gelangte das Haus wieder in Privatbesitz. Nach dreijähriger Renovierung wurde 2004 im Schloss ein Hotel mit 29 Zimmer und Restaurant-Betrieb eröffnet und der Park wurde zum Teil wieder hergerichtet.
This father was doing his best to entertain his young son, who was definitely more interested in the crowds around him than he was in the succession of toys that his father kept taking out of the suitcase...
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Throughout my adult life, most of my business trips have involved air travel from New York City; I’ve seen the insides of more airports and more airplanes than I care to remember.
But most of my trips along the eastern corridor of the U.S. have involved trains, and I find them to be a very relaxing and enjoyable contrast. These trips almost always start with a subway ride to Penn Station, rather than a taxi ride to JFK or LGA or EWR; and they are followed by a relatively pleasant journey along the East Coast on an Amtrak Acela train that has a much greater chance of departing and arriving on time than most of my airplane journeys.
On a recent trip to Philadelphia, my journey began with a subway ride from 96th Street to Penn Station; and then a train trip to the architecturally interesting Amtrak station in Philadelphia, before reaching my client’s office for a day-long meeting. At the end of the day, the journey reversed itself, and I was back home shortly after dinner.
I took a few photos and videos along the way; the ones I’ve uploaded here are representative of the trip...
This Downy Woodpecker isn't shy at all. He let me walk right up to the feeder to get this photo, taken at a client's garden, in Surrey BC Canada.
The Fountain of Neptune, also called Fountain of Piazza or Biancone, is a fountain in Florence created by a group of artists, with the central statue of Bartolomeo Ammannati, and located in Piazza della Signoria, near the north-west corner of Palazzo Vecchio. The fountain - the first of its kind in Florence - as well as being a fundamental furnishing element of the square and an original reference for the water supply in an area with very few sources, was a great monument celebrating the power of Cosimo I de' Medici, as well as "allegory of the Florentine power on the seas and of the governance of the waters implemented by the Duke in the Tuscan territory".
Author
Bartolomeo Ammannati
Date
1550-1565 (central group), then 1575 (tank and bronzes)
Material
marbles, bronze
Height
5,60 meters
Numerous sculptors participated, with an approach based on materials different in nature and color, dear to the client's taste. The result, however, was the subject of harsh criticism since its completion, while today it is read as an emblematic example of the renewal of Mannerist sculpture shortly after the mid-16th century, in opposition to the prevailing Michelangelo academicism.
This Landscaping was a seasonal update for a client on a 16,384m parcel. It boasts a movie area, secret garden, a family recreation area and tucked away nooks for relaxation and privacy.
The Pictures were taken by the talented Kazn Xoxo and you can find more of his work here www.flickr.com/photos/motifated
I designed these shoes for a commission. Even though my client's final pair of shoes will be black and yellow, being short on classic yellow in my bins (and not wanting to wait for BL shipments!) I ended up using the colors seen above while building the Dunks, and liked the scheme enough to share them here!
Look on through the other images for more angles and more about the shoes' design.
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Once again the RIBA Stirling prize nominated Blavatnik School of Government formed one of the highlights of last months Oxford Open Doors weekend. This was the second stop on the joint Oxford / London Flickr Group photowalk and although I've visited many times I still keep finding new compositions.
Click here for more photos of Stirling Prize nominees and winners : www.flickr.com/photos/darrellg/albums/72157634329899070
From the RIBA website, "Inside, the building is quite simply breathtaking. It is one of those rare moments in architecture when the spirit soars. This is a modern cathedral of learning that at the same time stimulates, soothes and excites.
The client’s brief to ensure that students engage at all levels is handled very cleverly. This is exactly how the plan works too, with offset balconies and wide twisting staircases, interactive spaces at the junction of stairs and communal spaces between. The traditional Oxford quad has been reinterpreted and the rule book thrown away, resulting in a space where people naturally come together and engage both physically and emotionally. The result is a relaxed and uplifting experience – it does not feel in any way contrived. This is a complex building in its geometry with stacked orthogonal and rectilinear forms working brilliantly against all the odds - it is a truly inspirational piece of design and one so fitting for its purpose."
© D.Godliman
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Went to a client's house today for some newborn pics...usually they come to my studio. It was a nice change of pace from my studio lights, but way out of my comfort zone! ;)
24-70L
natural light.
Today is Valentine's Day. However, what I have to do is to finish that PMO report and present in client's meeting. Anybody regard it romantic? No time to take subject photo I am afraid. A good fellow, my project colleague sent me this picture, no idea who took it, but just feel so good at it! No any intention to neglect the IP, but just thank this photographer, who brought us such great work.
This is a commissioned painting I'm doing IRL for a client from SL. We worked together on the concept and the vision first and now I'm painting it for him IRL. He'll get a digital copy for SL as well the original IRL. If you'd like to see it in SL, come by my now open to the public Art Studio where I upload work that I'm currently working on IRL.
Visit this location at Jennifer Steele Art Studio & Voice Chat Hangout (Xeolife Comp) in Second Life
From a senior shoot a couple weeks ago . . . I swear, she has the most flawless skin. I don't really pay that much attention to a client's skin, but honestly! And a teenager to boot . . . how would that be?!
Editing here is just my soft pop action . . . . no eye pop needed with such fabulous eyes.
One of the advantages of today's cellphone-dominated world is that young men can check out the nearby beautiful young women without ever being spotted ...
... it's also a little easier for harmless photographers like me to snap a photo without being seen.... in this case, with my own cellphone.
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Throughout my adult life, most of my business trips have involved air travel from New York City; I’ve seen the insides of more airports and more airplanes than I care to remember.
But most of my trips along the eastern corridor of the U.S. have involved trains, and I find them to be a very relaxing and enjoyable contrast. These trips almost always start with a subway ride to Penn Station, rather than a taxi ride to JFK or LGA or EWR; and they are followed by a relatively pleasant journey along the East Coast on an Amtrak Acela train that has a much greater chance of departing and arriving on time than most of my airplane journeys.
On a recent trip to Philadelphia, my journey began with a subway ride from 96th Street to Penn Station; and then a train trip to the architecturally interesting Amtrak station in Philadelphia, before reaching my client’s office for a day-long meeting. At the end of the day, the journey reversed itself, and I was back home shortly after dinner.
I took a few photos and videos along the way; the ones I’ve uploaded here are representative of the trip...
A babushka cake for Michaela as she turns 2.
Cake design was based on the client's real babushka doll that she will be giving as a present for her daughter.
Face is decorated with fondant and painted details. Flowers are handcut fondant with painted details as well. Cake stands at around 10" tall, carved from 4", 6", 5" round cakes.
LOL... took this yesterday at my client's summer outing.. We got to go on the Spirit of Boston!! It was awesome!!! I just wish it was sunnier!!! This is at the bar next door.. they have windows that open right up... so I thought I'd take a shot.... I would have brightened it but I kind of like the dark colors... that is exactly how it was out yesterday!!!!
Hope you are all having a great week... I'm actually working.. but will sneak on to check out your shots!! Might take me today and tomorrow though!!!!
For Jean Michel aka jmvnoos who does the most innovative and interesting images of Paris. A genius in his own right. IF you want to see his work go here:
www.flickr.com/photos/jmvnoos/
I sometimes have to cook business dinners and this week I made cupcakes as dessert using the client's cake decorations. Bear in mind my suffering as I am on diet.
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today however we have headed slightly north of Cavendish Mews to London’s busy shopping precinct along Oxford Street, where ladies flock to window shop, browse department stores and shops and to take tea with their friends. With the Christmas rush of 1921 behind them, the large plate glass windows have been stripped of their tinsel garlands and metallic cardboard stars, and displays are turning to the new fashions and must have possessions of 1922. Oxford Street is still busy with shoppers as Lettice walks up it dressed in a smart navy blue coat of velvet with a lustrous mink fur trim and matching hat, and the road congested with London’s signature red buses, taxis and private traffic. Yet neither the road nor the footpath are as crowded as they were when she found Edith, her maid’s, Christmas gift in Boots the Chemist, and for that she is grateful. Her louis heels click along the concrete footpath as she takes purposeful and measured footsteps towards her destination, the salon of her milliner Madame Gwendolyn which is situated above all the hubbub of shoppers and London office workers on the first floor of a tall and ornate Victorian building.
Lettice breathes a sigh of relief as she walks through the wood and plate glass door of the salon, simply marked with the name Gwendolyn in elegant gilt copperplate lettering, leaving behind the chug of belching double deckers, the toot of horns, the rumble of motorcar engines and the droning buzz of female chatter. The faint fragrance of a mixture of expensive scents from Madame Gewndolyn’s other clientele envelops her, dismissing the soot and fumes of the world outside as the quiet sinks in. Lettice always feels calmer in Madame’s salon, tastefully decked out in an Edwardian version of Regency with finely striped papers and upholstery.
“Good afternoon Miss Chetwynd,” the female receptionist greets Lettice politely in well enunciated tones, rising from her desk, showing off her smart outfit of a crisp white shirtwaister* with goffered lace detailing and a navy skirt. “Your timing, as ever, is perfect.” She smiles as she walks over and without asking, takes the coat from Lettice’s shirking shoulders.
“Thank you Roslyn,” Lettice acknowledges her assistance. As she goes to take Lettice’s white lace parasol, Lettice stops the young receptionist. “No thank you. I need this for my consultation.”
If taken aback by Lettice’s unusual refusal to relinquish her parasol, Roslyn doesn’t show it as she simply smiles politely and says, “Madame is expecting you. Please do come through.”
The two women walk across the polished floor of the foyer covered in expensive rugs that their feet sink into, until they stop before an inner set of double doors. Roslyn’s polite rap is greeted by a commanding “come” from the other side.
“Miss Chetwynd, Madame,” Roslyn announces as she opens the door inwards, leading Lettice into a salon, similarly furbished as the foyer which is filled with an array of beautiful hats elegantly on display.
“Ah, Miss Chetwynd,” Madame Gwendolyn says in the same clearly enunciated syllables as her receptionist, with a broad smile on her lips. “How do you do.”
“How do you do, Madame.” she replies as Roslyn retreats the way she came, closing the doors silently behind her.
Madame Gwendolyn smile broadens as she notices Lettice’s blue velvet toque with the mink trim which she made to match the coat now hanging in the wardrobe behind Roslyn’s desk in the foyer. Then it fades as her eye falls upon Lettice’s parasol in her client’s left hand. “Oh Miss Chetwynd, I’m so sorry Roslyn didn’t,” and she reaches out to take it from her hand.
“Oh no! No Madame,” Lettice assures the middle-aged milliner. “Roslyn went to take it from me, but I said no. We will need it for our appointment you see.”
“Oh,” Madame Gwendolyn’s expertly plucked and shaped brow arches ever so slightly. “Very well. Won’t you please take a seat, Miss Chetwynd.” She indicates to two Edwardian Arts and Crafts chairs carefully reupholstered in cream Regency stripe fabric to match the wallpaper hanging in the salon.
Lettice selects the one to her right and hangs the parasol over its arm before gracefully lowering herself into the seat and placing her snakeskin handbag at her side. As she does so, Roslyn slips back into the room bearing a tray on which sits tea making implements for one, which she carefully places on the small table next to a few recent fashion magazines, easily in Lettice’s range.
Once Roslyn obsequiously retreats again, Madame Gwendolyn says, “Now, I believe you may have come about a new hat for The Princess Royal’s wedding*. Is that so, Miss Chetwynd?”
“You are well informed, Madame.” Lettice replies, glancing down at her knee as she speaks.
Madame Gwendolyn smiles again, taking up a leatherbound notebook. “How delightful for you to be in attendance.”
“Well, we are well acquainted, Madame,” Lettice answers dismissively.
“Of course! Of course.” the older woman replies, her back stiffening as she raises her pale and elegant hands in defence. “Now, might I enquire as to who will be making your frock for the occasion?”
“Yes. Mr. Gerald Bruton of Grosvenor Street.”
“Ah. Excellent! Excellent.” Madame replies like a toady as she jots Gerald’s name in her book. “And the fabrics, Miss Chetwynd?”
“Oyster satin with pearl buttons and a guipure lace** Peter Pan collar***.”
“Excellent! Excellent!” Madame Gwendolyn repeats again, noting the details down. “White gloves, or grey?”
“Grey.”
The woman closes her notebook firmly, leaving it in her lap. “Well, I’m quite sure we can make something most suitable for the royal occasion to match your ensemble.”
The milliner rises and puts her notebook aside. Whilst she looks about her salon for possibilities, Lettice pours herself tea from the delicate hydrangea patterned pot on the table.
“Now, I could easily create something similar to this, in a soft grey, Miss Chetwynd.” Madame Gwendolyn returns with a beautiful picture hat of pale pink covered in a carefully crafted whorl of ostrich feathers.
“Hhhmmm…” Lettice considers.
“Or, this could easily be adapted to match your outfit, Miss Chetwynd,” she indicates to a more cloche shaped hat of white and black dyed straw with black ribboning. “By replacing the ribbon with a grey one. I also have some delightful pearl appliques that would add a beautiful touch of royal elegance to it.”
“Perhaps,” Lettice replies noncommittally with her head slightly cocked.
As she watches Madame Gwendolyn scurry across the salon and fetch a peach coloured wide brimmed hat with a band of silk flowers about the brim with an aigrette of cream lace, her thoughts drift back to the day the previous June when she and her dear Embassy Club coterie friend Margot were walking down Oxford Street, not too far from where she sits now. They had been discussing the Islington Studios**** moving picture starlet Wanetta Ward, whom Lettice had agreed to take on as a new customer, as well as Margot’s wedding plans. Ascot Week***** was fast approaching and Selfridges had a window display featuring four rather stylish hats, every bit as comparable in quality to those being shown to her by the toadying milliner before her at a fraction of the cost. Margot had laughed at Lettice when she had suggested that perhaps she should have worn a Selfridges hat to Royal Ascot, rather than the creation Madame Gwendolyn made her. Yet her hat from Madame Gwendolyn at twelve guineas was far from a roaring success in the fashion stakes. In fact, she had heard a fashion correspondent from the Tattler whispering a little too loudly that it might even have been a little old fashioned: a touch pre-war.
“Miss Chetwynd? Miss Chetwynd?” Madame Gwendolyn’s somewhat urgent calls press into her consciousness, breaking Lettice’s train of thought.
Lettice looks up into the face of the milliner with her upswept hairdo a mixture of pre-war Edwardian style mixed with modern Marcelling******. The woman is holding up a cream straw cloche decorated with pink silk flowers and an aigrette of ostrich plumes curled in on themselves.
“I think this one is most becoming. Don’t you think so, Miss Chetwynd? It would frame your face and hair so well. And, for you, because it is only the reworking of the decoration,” the older woman adds with a sly smile. “A bargain if I may say so, at only nine guineas.” She smiles in an oily way as she presses the hat closer to Lettice. “What do you think, Miss Chetwynd?”
Lettice looks blankly at Madame Gwendolyn for a moment before replying. “What I think, Madame, is I should like to give your suggestions some consideration.”
The milliner’s face drops, as do her arms as she lowers the hat until it hangs loosely in front of her knees in her defeated hands. “I… I don’t understand, Miss Chetwynd.” she manages to say in startled disbelief.
“Oh,” Lettice replies. “Haven’t I made myself clear, Madame? I’m not entirely convinced about any of the hats you have shown me. I don’t know if any of them will match my costume and parasol. I think they all look a little…”
“A little?” the older woman prompts.
“A little old fashioned. A little pre-war was how your hat for me for Royal Ascot last year was described. I want to look my very best. After all, this is a royal wedding.” She takes a final sip of her tea and then stands, picking up her purse and parasol. “So, I should like to consider my choices before deciding whether to accept one or not.”
As Lettice starts to walk across the salon floor, Madame Gwendolyn stutters, “Per… perhaps Miss Chetwynd… Perhaps you’d care to suggest your own ideas. I’m very open to a client’s ide…”
Lettice stops and turns abruptly to the milliner, cutting her sentence off. “Madame,” she says, a definite haughtiness growing in her gait, causing her shoulders to edge back almost imperceptibly and for her neck to arch. “If I had wanted to design my own hat, I would have made it myself, rather than come to you and pay you handsomely for it.”
“Oh, of course not Miss Chetwynd. How very careless of me to even suggest…. Such… such a gaffe! Please forgive me.”
“Really Madame, there is no need to apologise like some spineless, obsequious servant. I’d simply like time to consider what you’ve shown me, versus say, what Harry Selfridge has to offer.”
“Mr. Selfridge?” Madame Gwendolyn ponders, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Yes. He has a wonderful array of hats, many Paris models in the latest styles, in his millinery department, perhaps more suited to the more modern woman of today than the,” Lettice glances back at the hats on display in the salon. “The society matron. You really should take a look, Madame. You might see where the future of hats sits.”
Lettice pulls open the doors of the salon and walks purposefully out into the foyer, where Roslyn is busily scanning a copy of Elite Styles, cutting out images of hats with a pair of scissors behind her desk. She quickly gets up when she sees Lettice and her employer come out.
“Leaving so soon, Miss Chetwynd?” she asks, and without having to wait for an answer, turns to the white painted built in wardrobe behind her, opens it and withdraws Lettice’s coat.
As Lettice steps back into Oxford Street and is enveloped by its discordant cacophony of noise and potpourri of smells, she sighs and walks back the way she came with the measured steps of a viscount’s daughter. As she reaches the full length plate glass windows of Selfridge’s department store, she pauses when she sees two young women around her age, both obviously typists, secretaries or some other kind of office workers, scuttle up to the windows. Dressed in smart black coats and matching small brimmed straw hats with Marcelled hair in fashionable bobs, they look the epitome of the new and independent woman. They laugh lightly and point excitedly at things they see displayed in the department store window. Then, they agree and both scurry away and through the revolving doors of Selfridges.
“Why should I have my hats made at Madame Gwendolyn’s, just because Mamma does?” she asks no-one in particular, her quiet utterance smothered and swept away into the noisy hubbub around her.
She walks to the window, only to discover that it is full of hats, advertised as newly in from Paris.
“Oh, why not, then?” Lettice says, straightening her shoulders with conviction.
She follows the two office girls and steps through the revolving doors of Selfridges department store.
Contrary to popular belief, fashion at the beginning of the Roaring 20s did not feature the iconic cloche hat as a commonly worn head covering. Although invented by French milliner Caroline Reboux in 1908, the cloche hat did not start to gain popularity until 1922, so in early 1922 when this story is set, picture hats, a hangover from the pre-war years, were still de rigueur in fashionable society. Although nowhere near as wide, heavy, voluminous or as ornate as the hats worn by women between the turn of the Twentieth Century and the Great War, the picture hats of the 1920s were still wide brimmed, although they were generally made of straw or some lightweight fabric and were decorated with a more restrained touch. For somewhere as socially important as Princess Mary’s 1922 wedding, a matching hat, parasol, handbag or reticule and gloves to go with a lady’s chosen frock were essential.
*Mary, Princess Royal and Countess of Harewood (1897 – 1965), was the only daughter of King George V and Queen Mary. She was the sister of Kings Edward VIII and George VI, and aunt of Queen Elizabeth II. She married Viscount Lascelles on the 28th of February 1922 in a ceremony held at Westminster Abbey. The bride was only 24 years old, whilst the groom was 39. There is much conjecture that the marriage was an unhappy one, but their children dispute this and say it was a very happy marriage based upon mutual respect. The wedding was filmed by Pathé News and was the first royal wedding to be featured in fashion magazines, including Vogue.
**Guipure lace is a delicate fabric made by twisting and braiding the threads to craft incredible designs that wows the eye. Guipure lace fabrics distinguish themselves from other types of lace by connecting the designs using bars or subtle plaits instead of setting them on a net.
***A Peter Pan collar is a style of clothing collar, flat in design with rounded corners. It is named after the collar of Maude Adams's costume in her 1905 role as Peter Pan, although similar styles had been worn before this date. Peter Pan collars were particularly fashionable during the 1920s and 1930s.
****Islington Studios, often known as Gainsborough Studios, were a British film studio located on the south bank of the Regent's Canal, in Poole Street, Hoxton in Shoreditch, London which began operation in 1919. By 1920 they had a two stage studio. It is here that Alfred Hitchcock made his entrée into films.
*****Royal Ascot Week is the major social calendar event held in June every year at Ascot Racecourse in Berkshire. It was founded in 1711 by Queen Anne and is attended every year by the reigning British monarch and members of the Royal Family. The event is grand and showy, with men in grey morning dress and silk toppers and ladies in their best summer frocks and most elaborate hats.
******Marcelling is a hair styling technique in which hot curling tongs are used to induce a curl into the hair. Its appearance was similar to that of a finger wave but it is created using a different method. Marcelled hair was a popular style for women's hair in the 1920s, often in conjunction with a bob cut. For those women who had longer hair, it was common to tie the hair at the nape of the neck and pin it above the ear with a stylish hair pin or flower. One famous wearer was American entertainer, Josephine Baker.
This enclave of luxurious millinary may appear real to you, however it is fashioned entirely of 1:12 miniatures from my collection. Some of the items in this tableau are amongst the very first pieces I ever received as a young child.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The cream straw hat second from the left with pink roses has single stands of ostrich feathers adorning it that have been hand curled. The yellow straw hat on the far right of the photo is decorated with ornamental flowers and organza. The maker for these is unknown, but they are part of a larger collection I bought from an American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel. The peach coloured hat with the flowers around the brim and the net aigrette second from the right, and the pink feather covered hat on the far left of the picture came from a seller on E-Bay. The black straw hat with the yellow trim and rose reflected in the mirror and the white straw hait with the black trim in the foreground were made by Mrs. Denton of Muffin Lodge in the United Kingdom. 1:12 size miniature hats made to such exacting standards of quality and realism are often far more expensive than real hats are. When you think that it would sit comfortably on the tip of your index finger, yet it could cost in excess of $150.00 or £100.00, it is an extravagance. American artists seem to have the monopoly on this skill and some of the hats that I have seen or acquired over the years are remarkable.
The wooden hat blocks on which the hats are displayed also came from American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel.
The dressing table set, consisting of tray, mirror and two brushes were made by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland, but were hand painted with wonderful detail by British miniature artisan Victoria Fasken, sold through Kathleen Knight’s Dollhouse Shop in England.
Lettice’s snakeskin handbag with its gold clasp and chain comes from Doreen Jeffries’ Small Wonders Miniature Shop in the United Kingdom. Lettice’s umbrella is a 1:12 artisan piece made of white satin and lace with a tiny cream bow. It has a hooked metal handle.
The Elite Styles magazine from 1922 sitting on the table was made by hand by Petite Gite Miniatures in the United States.
The blue hydrangea tea set came from a miniatures stockist on E-Bay.
The two Edwardian fashion plates hanging on the wall come from Melody Jane’s Doll House Suppliers in England.
The vintage mirror with its hand carved wooden frame was acquired from Kathleen Knight’s Dollhouse Shop in England.
The two chairs, the tea table and the stands upon which two of the hats are displayed are all made by the high-end miniature furniture manufacturer, Bespaq.
The Regency sideboard I have had since I was around six or seven, having been given it as either a birthday or Christmas gift.
The cream Georgian pattern carpet on the floor comes from Kathleen Knight’s Doll House Shop in England. The Regency stripe wallpaper is beautiful hand impressed paper given to me by a friend, with the purpose that it be used in the “Cavendish Mews – Lettice Chetwynd” series.
Another client's child chose me for a photo project for school, chronicling a day in the life of given career. She did however take more than the obligatory photos of me washing dishes and scrubbing floors. She said she wanted to present that maids are people too and have a life outside of cleaning.
I am honored she chose me. She took these at a nearby park to her house. The other pics of me working: i think everyone has seen enough of those - so i did not include them.
Mando entering the Client's base on Navarro. The Mandalorian Season 2 project was released first, but we definitely made this one first.
© 2015 Thousand Word Images by Dustin Abbott
"...I just love milk so much." I was in the middle of shooting a portrait session this past week in a client's home when the middle child (pictured here) started demanding a glass of milk. Dad hooked him up with a BIG mug of milk. I got a series of delightful images of him with his milk. The out of focus brother in this image and the serious expression got me thinking of more series images depicting a drinking problem - hence the title!
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...seen in my client's back yard, a week ago (when the sky was painted blue!) the structure is the top of thier outdoor fireplace and the 3 fruits are figs....spring bulbs have actually poked thier heads above ground now!!
seen on Explore - Jan. 12 '09 - #319
Richard Roger's Lloyds Building
Lloyds Building Commentary
"Whereas the frame of the building has a long life expectancy, the servant areas, filled with mechanical equipment have a relatively short life, especially in this energy-critical period. The servant equipment, mechanical services, lifts, toilets, kitchens, fire stairs, and lobbies, sit loosely in the tower framework, easily accessible for maintenance, and replaceable in the case of obsolescence. The key to this changing juxtaposition of parts is the legibility of the role of each technological component, which is functionally expressed to the full."
Barbie Campbell Cole and Ruth Elias Rogers, ed. Richard Rogers + Partners. p130-131.
The Creator's Words
"Buildings are not idiosyncratic private institutions: they give public performances both to the user and the passerby. Thus the architect's responsibility must go beyond the client's program and into the broader public realm. Though the client's program offers the architect a point of departure, it must be questioned, as the architectural solution lies in the complex and often contradictory interpretation of the needs of the individual, the institution, the place and history. The recognition of history as a principle constituent of the program and an ultimate model of legitimacy is a radical addition to the theories of the Modern Movement."
Richard Rogers. from Barbie Campbell Cole and Ruth Elias Rogers, ed. Richard Rogers + Partners. p19.
(Great Buildings www.greatbuildings.com/buildings/Lloyds_Building.html)
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Complying to my client's wish, I did not upload the original version, I had to crop it! Believe when I tell you the original (whole body) is a beautiful picture!
Paper Sculptures for Hermes, 2016.
Sculptures designed and made by Himanshu Agrawal.
Windows designed by Lilia Rumyantseva.
Sculptures ranging from approx. 2 ft (0.6m) to 6.5 ft (2m).
Quite a challenging project. All sculptures are 3-dimensional, closed on all sides, and free-standing. Client's requirement was to make these as "realistic and sculptural" as possible. Hopefully I succeeded! :-)
IG-100 MagnaGuard’s hard drive:
Mygeeto
Outer Rim Territories, K-5
Average temperature: -21° standard
Civil war: imperial control, separatists cities.
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13/24/981
23:03: Fled from Cato Neimoidia to Mygeeto. Client's residence in separatist city. Skyscraper; 77th floor; shitty area to defend.
13/27/981
23:03: Imperial troops passed through the defenses; took control of neighborhood.
23:29: They entered the tower; made it to the 77th floor.
23:33: Whole bodyguard team shot down; had to lock myself with client in armored room. Not safe enough; rocket launcher exploded the door.
23:36: Broke the nearest window, took uncounscious client on my back and climbed to the tower's rooftop. Snow; wet glass; metal pieces.
24:08: Reached the tower top. Stupid clones searched us on the ground. Stole a small cargo ship. Enough fuel to flee from battle zone.
26:08: Hidden in the suburbs. Met some droids. Talked about a planet where the enemies of the empire would come together. Left Mygeeto for this location far from major hyperspace lanes: a rock in an asteroid field. They call it Polis Massa.
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This Landscaping was a seasonal update for a client on a 16,384m parcel. It boasts a movie area, secret garden, a family recreation area and tucked away nooks for relaxation and privacy.
The Pictures were taken by the talented Kazn Xoxo and you can find more of his work here www.flickr.com/photos/motifated
(more details later, as time permits)
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As I reported in a separate Flickr album a couple months ago, most of my business trips have involved air travel from New York City; I’ve seen the insides of more airports and more airplanes than I care to remember.
But most of my trips along the eastern corridor of the U.S. have involved trains, and I find them to be a very relaxing and enjoyable contrast. These trips almost always start with a subway ride to Penn Station, rather than a taxi ride to JFK or LGA or EWR; and they are followed by a relatively pleasant journey along the East Coast on an Amtrak Acela train that has a much greater chance of departing and arriving on time than most of my airplane journeys.
I took a recent trip to Philadelphia in August 2015 and then another one (for a different client) in October 2015. In both cases, my journey began with a subway ride from 96th Street to Penn Station; and then a train trip from the Amtrak terminal in NYC’s Penn Station to the architecturally interesting Amtrak station in Philadelphia, before reaching my client’s office for a day-long meeting. At the end of the day, the journey reversed itself, and I was back home shortly after dinner.
I took a few photos and videos along the way; the ones I’ve uploaded here are representative of the trip...
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a shot from a client's (7th month) maternity session just last weekend. i also did her 3rd month session. see here for her 3-4 month belly :)