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I had another opportunity to be back in full make-up and out in public en femme earlier this year on a couple days in February. This pic is the 150th in my 2020 series of fully made-up en femme activity, and it comes from February 12.
As usual, I really enjoy coordinating attractive/sexy/cute outfits, and this one features:
* a reddish long layered curly wig with bangs, bought a few years ago at a wig shop in SF;
* Stupmary black suede 4.6"-silver-stiletto-heel thigh-high over-the-knee (OTK) boots, sold by Minihuang, on amazon;
* a Divided grey/black leopard-print scoopneck bodycon minidress, from H&M;
* a DKNY black/silver 1.25"-wide grommeted waist belt, from Macy's;
* Berkshire off-black ultra-sheer nylon pantyhose, from Macy's;
* an Apt. 9 black solid pleated 30"x72" semi-sheer wrap/neck scarf, from Kohl's;
* a VR NYC black faux-suede "Leanna" faux-fur-leopard-print-flap goldtone-detail zip-top crossbody handbag, from Target;
* Kiss imPRESS white-gel press-on fingernails, from Walmart;
* a Studio Time silvertone/black scrolled-design oval-black-face hinged-bangle women's watch, from Kohl's;
* a Forever 21 black faux-obsidian-gemstones 5"x7"-arrangement 18"-chain statement bib necklace;
* a black sparkly necklace & bracelet matching set, from Sears; and
* silver/black bracelets, rings & hoop earrings.
This particular pic is a snapshot from a video I took in another women's dressing room while shopping at a nearby Macy's, where I love the multiple mirrors. The video, 2020-02-12-video2, is posted with my other, older YouTube videos at youtu.be/RqkH01aul_Q. Please check it out and comment/fave here if you like.
More about this and other 2017-20 pics has been written up in my profile or "About" page here on Flickr. It details some choices made for these 2017-20 pics.
Let me know your thoughts... :-)
====Arkham Asylum====
GA- Bet it takes you back, eh Walker?
*Drury's back is turned. He hadn't been to Arkham in a long time, not since... He nods*
Emi- Nothing to say? Now that's surprising.
*Drury feels a tear run down his nose and sniffs heavily*
Drury- Been working with him long kid?
Emi- Long enough.
*Drury waves a beckoning finger*
Drury- I'd review your life insurance.
GA- We're done here.
Drury- Shame about Sanctuary! But all things considered, he probably welcom-
*That was the last straw. Green Arrow was on him in seconds. Punching harder and harder, Walker's nose exploded with a pop. Red Arrow stands by shocked, the guards continue their duties undisturbed*
Drury- *Cough* Arsenal-? More like arse hole-!
*He kept hitting. Again. Again. Again. The more he did, the more Walker taunted him until finally-*
Guard- Sir.
*Ollie stops, shaking, bloods all over his hands*
Guard- Let's take this one to the boss.
*The guard picks Drury off the floor and carries him off*
=======
*This wasn't his world. Simon knew that. Emi had told him before, about all the time travel hijinks and alternate realities the League found themselves in. He wondered if the League even existed, or like so many of those realities, they were evil. It was clear now, he was just another bystander in a changed world. And yet... why could he still remember? He remembered everything and he was pretty sure most bystanders didn't remember whether or not the timeline changed... Something else was going on here. He kept scrolling through his contacts, hoping somehow her name would show up, but it didn't. There were other names of course- mainly supervillains and indeed... his mother's. He hesitated. What was *she* like? He hadn't been on speaking terms with his mother in a long time, to get another chance to... No. This wasn't his world, not really, and he needed answers she wouldn't provide. So instead, he stood outside his house, or rather his dad's. It was strange, to put his key in the lock, only for it not to turn, but it the least of his worries. Maybe Grandpa Gaige had told the family he was working with the Shark? No, no, snap out of it, this wasn't his world. Behind those doors he was certain of one thing- it wouldn't be *his* family, even if they looked like him. He sighed a heavy sigh and pressed the doorbell. He was ready for anything. Anyone. Except*
???- Yeah-?
*It was him. Simon didn't recognise him at first, and then it clicked- it was the man he talked to in Hell, looking much less pained and hollow, though he certainly had a good few more burns on his arms. He didn't discover that man's name until much, much later and once he did, that one conversation he had, back in hell oh so long ago took on a completely different meaning. That man, was Ted Carson.*
Carson- Lightning Bug-? What the hell do you want?
*Simon was frozen. And then as though he himself weren't speaking, the words left his mouth with a cocky sounding drawl*
Simon- White wants his cut Ted. You know how it works.
Carson- Yeah. I do. And you can tell White I already paid his stupid tax.
*Again, Simon's hand moved to his gun, as though he weren't controlling it*
Simon- See now, if you want to make a formal complaint...
*Carson's eyes narrow suspiciously*
Carson- Of course not. Come in.
*The first thing Simon felt when he entered was the heat. It was as though he had stepped into a furnace. The family photos were gone too, and the wallpaper a faint orange*
Simon- Lovely house.
Carson- You say it like this is your first time.
*Idiot, thought Simon*
Simon- Well, no harm saying it again.
Carson- No. I suppose not.
*He'd lost track of Carson. He must be looking for the cash. Simon didn't mind, it gave him more time to gather his thoughts and look around. He heard the sound of banging, but he tried his best to ignore it*
Carson (O.S)- I'm surprised you came here.
*the banging continues*
Simon- Eh, why's that?
Carson- After what happened at that warehouse...
Simon- That? Oh, that was *completely* blown out of-
*The canister hits the back of Simon's head. Fast. He falls to the ground with an uncomfortable thud. Carson, in his Firefly suit looks down at his body*
Carson- Sure it was.
=====Arkham Asylum=====
*Rubbing his untreated wounds, and sporting a few more broken bones Drury is escorted by a guard through the asylum, until they stop at a pair of looming metal doors*
Drury- Hey, this isn't my cell, what's the idea?
*The guard smirks to himself, ignoring Walker's confused yells.*
???- You were warned.
*Walker spins around. The voice, deep, Spanish, came from the other end of the room, which he now recognised as the old foyer. Quite unsure of himself, he answers back*
Drury- Yeah, but I couldn't stay away.
???- Then, you made a grave mistake.
*Skulls littered the floor, bodies too- of inmates long dead. Perched above them, sat on a rusted throne was perhaps the biggest man Drury had ever seen. He looked brutish perhaps, but Drury knew he had a tactical mind. On either side of him stood men of all sizes- The pale, grinning face of the Joker looked most amused, beside him, the Riddler, fiddling with some kind of device, one of his own making perhaps, then, the Ventriloquist, puppet in hand, looking rather unnerved by his current company; on the right, Hugo Strange, that was peculiar thought Drury, hadn't he been a doctor here? Not as peculiar as the man beside him- he looked like Batman yet most decidedly he couldn't be, from the holster on his waist to the red lenses something was off about him and lastly, the Psycho Pirate, he'd built up a reputation as a deranged individual, even by this company's standards, when he wasn't murmuring about upcoming crisis, he was using his mask to mess with people's emotions. At the centre of them all? Bane.*
Bane- Why have you come back here? To die?
Drury- I-I... I-er, well...
*Bane's grip tightens on the skull in his hand*
Drury- That is to say, y'know... shit happens. You get chased by a green grocer, you kill said green grocer, it's a slippery slope.
*At last the skull shatters. Dust flies everywhere*
Drury- Look. I know what all this is, you've got some sick plan, break the bat, the usual stuff. Firefly mentioned it, I just didn't believe that-
Bane- *Firefly* should learn to hold his tongue, unless he'd rather I rip it out.
Drury- Ha! That's... you're serious... that's fine.
Bane- Tell me bug, you know now, so? What will you do? Tell the authorities? Tell the Bat? I wonder, who would believe you "Killer Moth"?
Drury- Oh no, no! You've got it all wrong! I want to join you.
Nigma- Really now... Bane, you can't seriously consider *him* of all people can you? If you-
*Bane raises a hand to silence him*
Bane- You? Join us?
Drury- Yeah. Yeah! I'm sick of the stray arrows and batarangs, sick of the kicks to the face, so yeah, give me that chance to turn the tables, throw crap at *them*... then I'd do it.
...
Bane- You're drunk, aren't you?
Joker- Welcome aboard! Haha!
Participants in London's Al-Quds rally call for people to boycott Israel until the Palestinians are given their freedom and a just settlement.
Several thousand people, including many women and family groups, had gathered to express their support for the Palestinian struggle for justice and self-determination on Al Quds Day, which is held annually around the world and in central London.
[ Just in case anyone is interested I have attached a link to my research on British crimes against both Arabs and Jews in Palestine during the mandate period - 1919-1948. Use the following url and scroll down the list of countries alphabetically for Palestine - roguenation.org/choose-by-country/ ]
Despite the threats from far right extremists to disrupt the march, the numbers attending were high with barely any space to move in Curzon Street, Mayfair, where the rally assembled for the opening speeches.
A stretch of the street immediately in front of the Saudi Embassy had been chosen, due to the monarchical regime's tacit and often open support for Israel's occupation and its crushing of all Palestinian opposition. Israel enjoys a huge diplomatic and strategic advantage, having obtained the support of the US/UK backed neighbouring Arab dictatorships in Saudi Arabia and Egypt.
Many on the rally were also angry that the UK is exporting arms to Israel, even though it continues to defy international law by imposing a brutal blockade on Gaza and building illegal settlements on Palestinian land while at the same time its army uses lethal force against unarmed protesters.
Although there is overwhelming evidence of Israel's persistent violation of Palestinian human rights, the UK government has exported 445 million dollars worth of military equipment to the country since 2014, including components for fighter aircraft, helicopters and sniper rifles.
It is obvious that it is Israel which is the rogue state, not just by refusing to comply with international law but also by killing protesters who clearly present no danger, but the "mainstream" British media portrays opposition to the Israeli occupation as the problem blaming Hamas, Fatah, Hezbollah and even the Al Quds march in London.
Editorials insisted that the rally was a provocative and extremist event due to the presence of Hezbollah flags, however the papers felt no similar need to criticize the flying of Isreali flags representing a state which has murdered over 130 Palestinians in the last two months, including nurse Razzan al-Najjar, two journalists and several children, as well as injuring 3,600 with live ammunition.
Nor, for that matter, had there been more than a few token critical comments when Israel's prime minister Netanyahu, directly responsible for the killings, visited Downing Street for tea on the previous Wednesday.
Among the supposedly more progressive newspapers the Guardian refused to publish a drawing by its own cartoonist Steve Bell which depicted nurse Razan as one of the victims of the meeting, claiming that the depiction of Razan burning in Number 10's fireplace was anti-semitic.
The casualty figures during the recent shootings clearly show how Israel's use of lethal force is entirely out of proportion to any marginal and highly limited use of force by those besieged in the Gaza enclave. Not a single Israeli soldier has been injured during the targeting of Palestinian protesters and one of the Palestinians killed, Yasser Murtada, was a well respected journalist who had previously worked for the BBC, and was clearly wearing a PRESS jacket at the moment he was shot in the chest by a carefully aimed sniper's bullet.
Another was Razan al-Najjar, a 21 year old Palestinian medic, who was wearing her white medic's uniform, an identification tag and had her arms raised high in the air at the time she was fatally shot in the chest.
Both were killed some distance from the illegally erected border/prison fence which isolates the population of Gaza from both their family relatives and any chance of gainful economic employment in wealthier areas.
That's why the popular anology which compares Israel to South African apartheid is highly misleading because in South Africa, at least the white population needed the blacks as workers, even if they committed appalling atrocities, but in Israel the Palestinian population are neither needed nor wanted by Israeli employees.
Palestinians are treated worse than dogs, to whom humans tend to show some sympathy, but rather as unworthy of any consideration, so much so that past Israeli military operations against Gaza in which the planners know thousands of civilians are likely to die are given the military term "mowing the grass", because the Palestinian civilian population is considered of no more value in importance, than the ants one might tread underfoot when one ventures into the garden.
The first inspiration of this card comes from Lin. I want to creat a sky with the same color scheme she used in her gorgeous fall leaves card. Then I remember Lisa did a card which was inspired by the picture she took in her journal. She did the sky with direct on paper method. I used watercolor to paint the sky instead. The more I try watercolor, the more I like it. Such a fun way to creat background. Same as the Cuttlebug. Who could resist the result it got.
Thank for looking!:)
There is probably a technical term for these scrolls above the windows on the Ashton Court Mansion. I don't know what it is but I like them.
Here is one of Battersea's new toys on route 344, running between Clapham Junction and Liverpool Street. The route itself is very interesting and these new buses really suit it.
The bus driver forgot to change the destination before leaving the stand, so had to do it 'on the go', completing the task just before leaving the first stop.
There is also a new post out on my blog:
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Bahadur Chitrakar
When Bahadur Chitrakar was a 18 year old boy, a man named Thomas Kaiser from Germany came to Nayagram, a village in West Bengal, for the purpose of collecting old folk paintings from the eastern states of India. Young Bahadur accompanied that gentleman to different corners of the districts of Midnapore, Bankura, Purulia, Nadia, and even the states of Jharkhand and Odissa. He collected substantial old paintings, scriptures, and other articles from India and took them back to Germany.
Bahadur, being a young passionate lover of Indian folk art, suddenly changed his mind. He thought, if our old traditional folk articles were being taken away, our next generations might not see these indigenous folk art, anymore. With this notion, he started his solo venture to revisit all these areas to collect antique folk articles and ‘pattachitras’ to develop his own museum in his own village of Nayagram. “Over the last 17 years I have collected some 2000 old pattachitras, ancient scriptures, different other folk arts, masks, traditional musical instruments, books, currencies, and garments”, He says. “Such priceless collections now need proper care and preservation, and needs spontaneous help from the state government, or any enterprising organisation,” says Bahadur Chitrakar at his age of 48.
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Nayagram is a small village in Pingla, Paschim Midnapur, West Bengal, India, where a number of families having a traditional form of inherited folk art called 'Pattachitra', reside together. They use mostly organic colours and paint a series of paintings, usually depicting stories from Indian Mythology. Pattachitra is a general term for traditional, cloth-based scroll painting, based in the eastern Indian state of Odisha. In the Sanskrit language, "Patta" literally means "cloth" and "Chitra" means "picture". They paint on a variety of articles like sarees, stoles, and many other materials especially for wall hangings.
I was impressed by the fact that almost all the female member of the families are involved in this traditional art and have taken it as the major source of family income.
For the last few years, State Government is promoting a number of handicraft fairs inviting artists from all over the states. Many products are sold directly from the village round the year, and are widely acclaimed in the country and abroad for its ethnic value and simplicity.
There is a resource centre belonging to 'chitrataru' cluster formed by the Pattachitra artists of Pingla, Paschim Medinipur. This was built with the support of the European union, as part of the project 'Ethno-magic Going Global' undertaken by banglanatak dot com.
Hi all, nice to see so many beautiful pictures again for roid week! Scroll down for the image description!
I’m finally able to share some of the Polaroids that I took on Pitcairn Island in 2015 – so long ago now, but as most of you know, I was busy writing Polaroid: The Missing Manual - www.amazon.com/Polaroid-Complete-Experimental-Instant-Pho...
I hadn't wanted to share these images until I had exhibited them, etc, but now, since my exhibition Big Fence / Pitcairn Island opened, I’m finally able to post. Incidentally, the show is open now, so if you find yourself in London, or passing through Essex, take a look. The weather has been amazing this week and it’s a hop, skip, and a jump from London. Lots of Polaroids on show, plus some medium format work. Take a look ! www.francescamaffeogallery.com
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Christian’s Cave sits like an all-seeing eye surveying Adamstown. It is so named, as this was the spot where Fletcher himself would sit as his own madness closed in - watching over the tiny community that he had founded and scanning the horizon for passing ships.
I wondered whether Fletcher was looking for ships not to raise the alarm, but as a way out, and I ruminated on whether he was purposefully distancing himself from the goldfish bowl below.
Fletcher’s end is highly questioned, but whatever happened, his legacy lives on today - some of the Christian clan still live on Pitcairn island.
I too took solace in the cave. Most islanders are unable to clamber up the steep slopes to its entrance, and those who can are disinterested. Loose rock and spiky “grab-a-leg” seedlings make the walk hair raising and uncomfortable. There are no barriers to be found, just a cliff edge vanishing into the blue.
I was happy to take the risk, as I knew that I would not be bothered up there. Though if I made the pilgrimage for privacy, that I did not find. There is nowhere quite as conspicuous Christian’s Cave.
It is visible in almost every outdoor photograph that I took, a reminder of the Mutiny past. If Pitcairn has an iconic location, this is it.
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And in case you're wondering...
"Big Fence", the name to my project, is the name of Steve and Olive Christian’s home. It is often said to be the place where decisions are made over dinner, rather than in the council meetings. Steve’s approval is paramount. I stayed there for much of my time on island, the Christian family’s fence being one I figuratively had to climb.... without their acceptance my time on island would have been even more difficult.
I also chose the name Big Fence for another reason - the sea views visible from every room in the Christian’s sprawling home are a constant reminder of the fence between Pitcairn and the world. An uninterrupted strip of blue rarely penetrated by so much as a passing ship. On island, HMP Pitcairn sits hidden amongst the green just off the one paved road, fenced off. It is the only fenced building on the island. The Big Fence “gang” - as the friends, family, and associates within Steve Christian’s became known - were the most prolific group in the sexual abuse trials. Olive Christian’s two sons, husband, father and brother were all convicted. Her father had home detention, her brother community service - the three others were locked in jail. Their sentences were short and Pitcairn specific, unreflective of their crimes, but when surrounded by the biggest fence of all, the Pacific, and already removed from the world, was HMP Pitcairn only symbolic? A nod to British justice? Had the trials changed anything or was the abuse woven into the island’s fabric so deeply that it was impossible to escape
Sumi-e ink on rice paper. A rolled up scroll found tucked away into a corner of my studio. I thought to throw it but tried a photo first. It's pretty abstract. I guess you can make anything you want out of it.
Flickr Bingo 4-Workmanship
This is my last photo entry for Flickr Bingo4. I'm thrilled that I won the game after nearly a year of participation. It was a great game. Thanks Tom, I enjoyed it immensely!
Back around the turn of the century, this bass was created. So, we've guesstimated it to be around 116 years old. Someone carved this bass scroll by hand. The workmanship that was put into these huge instruments is really amazing!