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Halloween Make Up Looks #7: Fairy - Blogged: xomistychaos.blogspot.com/2011/10/tie-my-handle-bars-to-s...
Dressing up (to me) is not just putting on the clothes and makeup, it is a.. magical transformation.
In between the realm of male and female is an empty spaceless void where time don't exist. Here one can prepare one self for the journey on the other side, in preparation planting little seeds of expectations, that in this timeless space grows and blossoms upon completion. In this very place wherein I summon my female spirits , wherein the journey begin, I linger long, almost enjoying it as much as the adventure it self.
Often I see something (ok someone) in the streets, a beautyful women, a sexy girl, something that inspires my as to what to wear. Lately I have been hanging out at Christiania and Nørrebro a lot and this is where the more chaotic types of society hang out. These ”chaos girls” you find here, would faced with the choice between 3 years unpaid work in a Indian workcamp for orphans and wearing stilettos for one night, pick the trip to India and consider them self to be lucky on top. Yet, some of them, have a look of such casual coolness, it melts hearts. So, though I had been thinking about going to the kinky club, I found my self looking much more ”Ninja Tranny” than ”foxy Lisa” and decided in stead, to just "go out" .
As I was sitting peacefully in the bus listening to michael jacksom on my Mp3, 5 young ethnic coloured guys, entered the pretty empty bus. I was sitting in the behind almost at the back and as they passed me their look upon me made me remove one of my earplugs so as to hear what they said. They smelled like trouble.
Passing me they noticed I was not a girl, one of them said almost shouting ”Fuck brother, what are you doing!?” - But I let it go, as to be excused by the chock of revelation ;o) But... The comments kept coming from the back seat of the bus. ”Fucking gay bus!!” he shouted and half a minut later he was talking on the phone (VERY loudly) saying "..there is a fucking gay on the bus” Laughing out loud. The third time he said something of the sort. I LEAPED from my seat, spun around, took the 2 steps faster than one might imagine, placed a finger 3 inches from his face and in a growling commanding voice said ”If you have a problem. Get of this bus NOW! Lets settle this ONES and for all.”
At this time I should propably enlighten those unknown to the nature of me. Standing in such a situation threatening the very safety of a fellow being, I very little present an image of a female creature. My voice or posture is far from female, my eyes send out sparks of lightning that make even friends who have known me for years, look at me with evident different eyes long time after. I believe I in fact present very much what I am, one to think twice to provoke any further.
They where stunned! All 5 looked at me for a second with the evidence of epic surprise. ”But.. I was just sitting here talking..!” He said. - ”I got a right to...” he studdered, as his friends sat as still as if they didn't even breath. ”Shot you mouth!” I ordered ”Or get of the bus NOW.” I waited for 3 seconds not moving my finger an INCH from his face and while he rather uttered sounds rather than what would have been called ”words of eloquence”, I decided my message was understood and returned to my seat.
At this point, the busdriver felt it in his benevolent heart, to be the right time to step in and in his almighty authority tell the youngsters to treat the other passengers respectfully. What WOULD I have done without him!
As I sat down a sudden surge of adrenalin surprised me. ”But...” I thought to myself, ”I had control, they where only 5 and sitting down!?” - But the surge was a short one, just a hint, a borderline adrenalin rush. ”PERFECT” I mused to my self as Michael Jackson whispered in my one ear
”Don't try to understand me, just simply do the things I say.” (Give in to me - Dangerous)
The short surge is a sign my body is in harmony with my mind...in a kung fu, body, kind a way. Where as in the ethical way, some would refer to me as a most disharmonious ”walking vigilante tranny timebomb” - Well... nobody's perfect! And this ESPECIALLY T-girls, should be very well aware off.
The exhilaration of it all, the ”feeling good about my self”, my mood, made me smile involuntarily. I seriously had to fight that smile, though it is against my very nature to do so. You see, it was more of a smirke than a smile and though the previous noice from the rear of the bus now had grown remarkable silent and even civil the rest of the bustrip, one should not press ones luck. Such a smirke can ignite the very fire in a flash, my eyes of lightning quenched in a second. I succeeded, it was a tough fight with my self, but hero's prevail and finally I was just smiling lightly and had transformed the smirke into, an invisible halo of pride and righteousness ;o)
I crossed Rådhuspladsen ”The heart of Denmark” and headed for café ”Oscar” that is a famous Gay Café. Normally Oscars´s is not a place to expect to see a tranny, but we are wellcome everywhere in the gay community and since the guys at Oscar´s are the hottest, well you do the math. But I was late (the dressing part you know) and it was mostly deserted. Can Can is located close by (that WAS my real target) and is one of the most cozy gay places in DK. I ALLWAYS meet other tranny´s here, it´s almost puzzling, but again right in the door and there she is ;o) Though ”she” said she was a ”he” to day, you judge yourself ;o) I had her take a picture of me too ;o)
Flashing a picture in your face when out, is a good way to ”test” your make up. Flash light is very revealing and make up should (in my opinion) actually be judged - coming home, rather than, leaving home. I shot a picture going to the toilet as the light was pretty good.
Walking home I passed the place my brother and I went swimming when we where tiny young black boys biking around with afrohair as crash helmets. There was a ledge and I shoot a picture ”walking home”. I was not even in the VICINITY of the prostitute areas and yet a guy tried to pick me up.... IN SNEAKERS!! Either guys are pretty desperate or I look AMAZINGLY good... or perhaps and most likely, the truth is to find in between the too.
Almost home the light was so bright, I thought...perhaps... it is enough...it JUST was, as you see :o)
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A piece of work of my friend using only make up such as foundation /lipstick to build up the portrait.i did this to challenge myself and my artistic abilities i also thought it would be a good concept.I would like to study this media further throughout the rest of my portfolio especially when i start my final major project for my art foundation.
This was my first real attempt at creating and applying a latex prosthetic. It was for my Unicorn Halloween Costume.
tried to do a natural look of make to be honest you canted really see but can i just say i have big bloody eyes :D
haha :)
8) comments please :) x
Model/modelo: Maryah Marymotto
Make up and hair/maquillaje y peluqueía : Alba de Soto
Styling/estilismo: Ayana Sato
Shot and edition/ foto y edición: myself/yo misma
location/ localización: www.matsumura.es/
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Foto: Mathias Wehrhahn
Post: IQ Chile
Modelo: Paula Aguirre
Make up y pelo: Nicole Benado
Agradecimientos: Alfredo Rivas