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( I promise these are straight in real life! I just couldn't get a proper bird's-eye view when shooting )
My super tardy paper-pieced blocks for Shanna for Ten Makes Two.
( Blogged here: twocheeseplease.livejournal.com/76256.html )
Stop & Shop in Jackson asks you to "Make It A DVD Night"... in the year 2020! Even the shelves don't lie...
Hoping you haven't moved onto Netflix or Amazon Prime by now, they would at least hope you can buy a copy of Matilda on DVD for $7.99 or join the 21st Century and track down a copy of Eat Pray Love on Blu-ray!
Why Ted Gibson loves the roughed up look: "You get a really interesting ponytail rather than the same old version you always wear." At Lela Rose, Gibson spritzed sections of the models' wet hair with hairspray, then rolled the pieces with his fingers while blow-drying for messiness. Laurent Philippon used a crimper to go punk at Monique Lhuillier. Crimp a big front section and pull your hair back, keeping the sides of the pony slick. Secure with an elastic, then crimp down along the tail.
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The Tso moriri, Ladakh, Jammu & Kashmir, India~ June 2005
(Tso means a 'lake' in the ladakhi language)
Tsomoriri or Lake Moriri (official name: Tsomoriri Wetland Conservation Reserve), in the Changthang (literal meaning, northern plains) area, is a High Altitude Lake (HAL) with an altitude of 4,595 m (15,080 ft) in Ladakh, India and is the largest of the High Altitude Lakes in the Trans-himalayan biogeographic region, entirely within India. It is hemmed between Ladakh in the North and Tibet in the east and Zanskar in the west; the Changthang plateau is the geographical setting with snow peaks that provides the source of water for the Lake.
Accessibility to the lake is limited to summer season only.Tsokar means salty lake in local language and salt was extracted from this lake in earlier times, till the end of 1959, for consumption by the local people.
Also, in the picture you can see a pair of the highest flying birds, 'the bar-headed geese'... this is the only place in India where they breed in natural habitat.
The Bar-headed Goose migrates over the Himalayas to spend the winter in India, Assam, Northern Burma and the wetlands of Pakistan. It migrates up to Magadi wetlands of Gadag district of Karnataka in the southern part of India. The winter habitat of the Bar-headed Goose is on cultivation where it feeds on barley, rice and wheat, and may damage crops. The bird can fly the 1000-mile migration route in just one day as it is able to fly in jet
I made this for a colleague of mine - all edible, hand modelled fondant. Cake is chocolate sponge covered with handpainted gold fondant.
I LOVED making this cake :-)
from the "make it square" series ---
I wonder if anyone can recognize this particular EOS model? with its flat
flash unit cover, and the slanted cut on the bottom left (here on the right,
just above her wrist) - I think it is EOS 33 (called in US Elan-7), equipped
with the with ECF (eye controlled focusing; a feature which I dearly miss
from my EOS-3 days :() ---
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no GROUP ICONS or AWARDS please (they will be [sadly] deleted) - just comments and critiques ---
Models: Agos & Gui
Make-Up: Make My Day www.flickr.com/photos/mkmyday
Ph, production and editing by me
it's not exactly big comparing to some collections. But, I must say that, since I arrived Canadá, it has increased so much!
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A 24" x 24" mixed media piece on panel inspired by the Neil Gaiman book Make Good Art.
The idea of making mistakes to get to your destination was embraced in ernest.
Selina Nunn runs a great make up course and I do the photography for the students portfolio's. Don't think I have posted any of that work before but am cleaning up stuff and come across some great student work. There always a few that are really into it and its nice to have them last so I can move the lights out of there basic set up an play a bit to suit the model. One of the assignments is create your won character and this is one of them from Naomi.
Getting back in my studio after days away is a good thing. Inkober sketch of a chair on an index card and collaged into a sketchbook page. I used bits of images from travel magazines and art shows, galleries and such from Vancouver BC. #cy365 day300 'make it whole' #Inkober2016
Tyne & Wear Fire & Rescue Service "Make pumps 7" incident on Newcastle Road, involving allotment's well alight.
Fire Attendance:
Q01, Q02 - Farringdon
N01, N02 - Sunderland Central
K01, K02 - South Shields
M01 - Marley Park
A07 - West Denton
There was no command support pump allocated to this fire.
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen softly dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"
-Jefferson Starship, "White Rabbit"
EXPLORE September 21, 2006
this is late, but I guess, for my next thing, I'll try and take a photo every week of senior year.
let's see how far I get.
I guess I'll just try to reflect/express my feelings here.
I'll give you an essay this time. You might've read it already. If you haven't, you don't have to (; [it's really lengthy.]
and the coloring on this might be funky...my comp screens have different resolutions or whatever, and it's odd.= =
I grew up with a really fond appreciation for make-up.
It’s not even really a superficial personal thing; I never got to wear it when I was little, and I’m still not really allowed to cake artificial materials on my face.
However, when I was little, make-up just had that magical grown-up allure to it. It was so fascinating. I remember going into Victoria’s Secret with my aunt when I was about 4 or 5 [giving my parents one of the biggest scares of their lives, since they thought they lost us in a foreign mall]. You’d think I’d at least have a slight recollection of half-naked models or something, but I only remember the really bright lights and colorful perfume bottles.
I was always a bit jealous of my best friend, Rebecca [who pretty much has the perfect American family; not trying to be racist or anything, because it’s lovely, and her home’s one of my favorite places in this nation], because she’d always get the odd lipgloss or eyeshadow from her mom, after it had been used or neglected.
I was at her house once during one of these giveaways, and to my delight, I received two items: a sample of pink Clinique glosswear, as well as a sleek black tube of lipstick.
I still have both.
The lipstick’s by Lancome, and it’s called Champagne.
Even from a young age, I recognized that champagne was more of a bubbly, clear or maybe tinted beverage. It wasn’t this rich shade of warm pinkish shades, of glitter and glamour and rose-colored-glasses-celebrity.
Either way, I was thrilled, and felt like such a grown-up.
Even then, my parents were amongst the stricter in the Chinese organization. [I still don’t have my ears pierced.]
But that was okay when I was little—I had pretty hair clips, a collection of jewel-toned clip-on earrings, and a big smile to make up for everything.
And AR points. Lots of those. Those things got me the world.
But anyway—I remember one year, there was a Chinese New Year celebration, like there was every year. I got to dress up and perform; it was singing or dancing or something. Either way, my friend Charlotte and I got to glam up, changing into our pretty qi-paos, mine this vibrant red with gold embellishments; her a less-traditional lavender and white. During the final prepping moments in the bathroom, I remember her mother bringing out a shiny tube, and feeling a sudden rush of excitement. Indeed—her mom carefully applied a thick layer of glossy red lipstick to Charlotte’s lips, then adorned my own with the bright red as well.
I was thrilled. Beyond thrilled. In the space of those few seconds, we went from excited little elementary school kids to mature grown-ups wearing lipstick.
I messed with it just like I had seen my aunt do so—I pursed my lips, then took a bit of toilet paper and gently smacked my lips around it, making sure to also blot off the bit of excess.
It was awesome.
I don’t remember my performance at all. But I do remember coming off stage, cheeks burning naturally with all the applause and attention, and running to my family’s table. My brother greeted me with this I-have-no-idea-of-what’s-happening-because-I’m-a-baby-so-I’ll-just-coo-adorably-at-you face, so I just did what any doting celebrity would do [in my mind, at least].
I planted a big ol’ kiss on his cheek.
He squealed of course, laughing like it was his newest game.
My parents looked mildly confused—after all, Asian families don’t really show affection in public.
But I was euphoric—I did it again, making sure my brother’s face was equally imprinted with a messy crimson mark on his other cheek.
My parents rolled their eyes at my performance, naturally.
But I felt amazingly adult. I was such a star.
I don’t know why I just told you that. I mean, I’ve worn lipstick prominently like once in the past 8 years, and that was for prom sophomore year. I did come across the aforementioned lipstick when I was digging for tubes earlier, and I did read over my old diary as well…that probably led me here. But my point…
Senior year’s about two weeks in, and I’m not seeing why I ever wanted to grow up. Go figure.
But whatever—in a weekish, I’ll go put on my coats of bright red lipstick like all the other girls in my grade, and grant all those willing to participate in school spirit an imprint of my lips on some part of their face. That sounds really weird when I read it to myself, but whatever. Really, it’s an excuse for hormone-fueled seniors to express their pent-up emotions/frustrations/stuff I’m not going to inquire into. It does look hella fun, of course, now that I’m a senior. XD
And just by the way—bright red lipstick looks awful on me. Just dreadful. [shudder]
The Henry Ford Museum has an exhibit on Jim Henson's work and legacy, through September 6, 2021.
The exhibit featured a corner where we could assemble our own Muppets. I decided to make mine a scientist, complete with safety goggles.
The experience of entering a building influences the way you feel inside the building. If the transition is too abrupt there is no feeling of arrival, and the inside of the building fails to be a sanctum.
While people are on the street, they adopt a style of "street behavior." When they come into a house they naturally want to get rid of this street behavior and settle down completely into the more intimate spirit appropriate to a house. But it seems likely that they cannot do this unless there is a transition from one to the other which helps them to lose the street behavior. The transition must, in effect, destroy the momentum of the closedness, tension and "distance" which are appropriate to street behavior, before people can relax completely.
Evidence comes from the report by Robert Weiss and Serge Bouterline, Fairs, Exhibits, Pavilions, and their Audiences,Cambridge, Mass., 1962. The authors noticed that many exhibits failed to "hold" people; people drifted in and then drifted out again within a very short time. However, in one exhibit people had to cross a huge, deep-pile, bright orange carpet on the way in. In this case, though the exhibit was no better than other exhibits, people stayed. The authors concluded that people were, in general, under the influence of their own "street and crowd behavior," and that while under this influence could not relax enough to make contact with the exhibits. But the bright carpet presented them with such a strong contrast as they walked in, that it broke the effect of their outside behavior, in effect "wiped them clean," with the result that they could then get absorbed in the exhibit.
-- From enumerable.com/dev/leveltwo/patternsframe.htm?/dev/levelt...
This image is from the lobby of XPLANE's new St. Louis office. Map.
Darling I want you to listen
I stayed up all night, so I could get this thing right
And I don't think there's anything missing
Cause a person like you, made it easy to do
I've waited for so long, to sing to you this song
Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven
Your smile could heal a million souls
Your love completes my existence
You're the other half that makes me whole
You're the only other half that makes me whole
I think the angels are your brothers
They told you about me, said you're just what she needs
And I find myself thanking your mother
For giving birth to a saint
My spirit flies when I say your name
If there's one thing that's true
It's that I was born to love you
You make my dreams
Come true over and, over again
And I honestly truly believe
You and me are written in the stars
I live my whole life through
To giving thanks to you