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Fuchka is a popular vegetarian street food of our region. It consists of a shell made of different varieties of lintels deep fried in oil. It is roughly the size of a ping pong ball. At the time of serving, a small hole is made on top of it and the shell is stuffed with a filling made of cooked spicy lentils with lots of fresh onions, green chilly, tomato and coriander leafs. The final touch is pouring of some spicy liquid pickles and the assembled food is consumed in a big single mouthful bite. Indian Fuchkas are little different in taste and texture than their Bangladeshi cousins. They are called Pani Puri in Mumbai and Gol Gappa in Delhi.
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People in costumes and period uniforms on the streets of Carentan, Normandy.
Celebration of the 75th Anniversary of D-Day and Allied Normandy Landings of 1944.
Personnes en costumes et uniformes d'époque dans les rues de Carentan.
Célébration du 75ème anniversaire du Jour J et du débarquement allié de 1944 en Normandie.
Big Babyz were never something I planned to collect. I'm not entirely sure if I knew they existed back in 2011, when I rediscovered my passion for dolls. I vaguely recall seeing pictures of them floating around on the internet when I was researching the standard Bratz Babyz. But obviously these oversized toddlers did not resonate with me at the time, being that I really don't have any specific memory of my opinions on them. My first true encounter with the Big Babyz was back in March of 2012, when Dad purchased me the lot we know as "Craigslist #3." It was our very last outing together before Dad was hospitalized the final time. A day or so earlier, I had found a very tempting listing on Craigslist, that advertised a large group of brand new, unopened Bratz. There weren't any pictures on this listing, which ordinarily would have deterred me from inquiring. But since the seller lived in the town over, Dad figured there was no loss in us checking the dollies out. The majority of the dolls for sale from said lot were boxed at the time, as the seller denoted in the Craigslist ad. A few loose dolls were also present, some in better condition than others. If memory serves me correctly, there were two or three Big Babyz dolls. The seller wanted quite a bit of money for the Bratz. Being that the Big Babyz were so large, he wanted an extra $20-$30 for the two or three dolls if I'm not mistaken. Since I had no knowledge or interest in the Big Babyz line, I didn't see a point in Dad forking over the dough for them. I don't honestly recall the specifics anymore, except that one of the dolls was Jade (and I believe they may have been from the Bubble Trouble line). There was a part of me that couldn't fathom a use for such cumbersome baby dolls. But my inner Bratz addict I can never seem to repress was a bit disappointed that I wasn't able to come home with the Big Babyz too. It was my only chance since to get Big Babyz brand new. The afternoon we came home with all the "Craigslist #3" dolls sans Big Babyz, I never anticipated that I'd strongly regret not coming home with them too. But of course fate and Bratz addiction played its role, because it wasn't all that long later when Big Babyz stole my heart.
To this day, the "Craigslist #3" Big Babyz were the only dolls of their kind I ever had the chance to buy brand new. I saw quite a few used ones in my travels around that time frame, but I turned them all down. One indoor flea market in particular seemed to be loaded with the Big Babyz--I recollect seeing several in bins with stuffed animals. There was always a hidden temptation, a longing to rescue these unwanted baby dolls. But I was picky back then, and far too concerned with having a perfectly pruned collection to want to introduce such oddly sized dolls to my family. But wouldn't' you know, the most unworthy of Big Babyz was the one who broke me. It was sometime in 2013, a year after Dad passed away. Colleen and I had gotten onto the topic of Sharidan, one of my most sentimental Bratz characters. We were reminiscing about all the Sharidan luck I had in 2011/2012, and how she reminded me so much of Dad. As we were hashing out our desires for more black haired beauties, I suddenly spouted out that I had seen a Big Babyz Forever Diamondz Sharidan at a local indoor flea market. "Really?!!!" Colleen exclaimed, "We should go out and rescue her." After pretending to debate the idea for ten minutes or so, I finally caved and we jumped in my Jeep and headed out to the old mill, where the flea market was located. Stuff at this particular flea market rarely changes, and it is always inconvenient to shop at. Sellers never seem to be at their booths, and the ones that are often treat customers like they are thieves. But we were so desperate to rescue Sharidan, that none of this mattered on the day in question. We rushed to the back of the flea market, where I had last seen the Big Babyz doll. I searched high and low, all over the booth, hoping to find Sharidan. But she was gone...someone had finally bought her, just when I had changed my mind. I was feeling defeated and regretful, when one of us spotted another Big Babyz doll. She was an African American character, stuffed into a bin beneath one of the tables. What an atrocious mess she was--her hair was entirely ratted up, she had severely chipped paint on her lips and nail polish, and she was covered in strange highlighter pink marks. To top it off, unlike Sharidan who was at least partially dressed on our last encounter, this Babyz doll was nude. Looking into her warm brown eyes, I thought to myself that although she was no Sharidan, perhaps this dolly was in more desperate need of a home. Plus, I really didn't want to leave empty handed, and the inexpensive Big Babyz fashion packs on eBay were calling my name.
When we got home, Colleen and I set out to shop for a Big Babyz wardrobe, clean the new doll, and of course identify her. I was convinced she was a Sasha of sorts--I never even questioned if another African American Big Babyz character had been produced. Colleen was hired to identify this doll while I worked on other stuff. After a while of toiling she called me over to the laptop and announced that we had in fact found "Hair Flair" Felicia! I had dreamed of finding a Felicia doll since I learned of her existence two years prior. But it was never my intent to get my hands on a Big Babyz one. Within a few days, Felicia had a small wardrobe of beautiful new clothes from eBay, a fabulous hairdo, and a much fresher smell. She also had a new place to live next to my Bitty Baby wagon in my bedroom. I was enchanted by this oversized, super chubby dolly despite her inconvenience when it came to finding display space. I unexpectedly took a shine to my still somewhat shabby friend. I became obsessed with hoarding clothes for her, which inevitably lead to the acquisition of my second Big Babyz doll. Colleen was on eBay one evening, in search of more threads for Felicia. She stumbled upon a used lot which featured several fashion packs, a Lil' Angelz Jade, and a Big Babyz Jade. She fell in love with Jade's molded hair and sassy features. Colleen ended up talking me into bidding on the lot, not that it took much coercion. I had always wanted to add a regular sized "1st Edition" Jade to my collection, but so far she had been out of reach. This Big Babyz doll looked just like my dream Jade, just sporting a different ensemble. We ended up winning the lot, which meant Felicia had a friend and some additional clothes. The perk was that some of the clothes were duplicated pieces, meaning the girls could match! What I wasn't anticipating was Jade stealing the show...and my heart. I had put countless hours into Felicia's restoration, and had toiled to make her look the best she could with what I had to work with. Usually these are the kinds of dolls I have the deepest connection to. But Jade, she is magical, and the moment we met, I could hardly remember Felicia's name. While she may not have rooted hair to play around with, and those molded ponytails are a pain to work with, she is the cutest thing ever. I think that it was this Big Babyz Jade who started to make me love Jade even more as a character. I began to appreciate Jade's ability to fluidly transition from one type of Bratz doll to another. This slowly shifted her to the spot of being my favorite Bratz character--prior to this, Yasmin never had any competition.
Jade opened my heart to a world of endless possibilities. I was no longer simply more than willing to adopt another Big Babyz doll. No, now I had Big Babyz lust...but luck was not on my side. It wasn't until two years later, when I finally found more dolls to add to my small family. During the 2015 flea market season, one of our regular sellers showed up one Sunday with a set of the Twiins. I spotted Phoebe and Roxxi on the ground as we slowly walked up the hill to the final stretch of the flea market. I knew right then and there I had to come home with the duo. Phoebe and Roxxi were always to of my favorite members of the Bratz pack. They were perfect huge replicas of the original, regular sized Babyz set I had acquired some years before in "Craigslist #1." Although "Monster High Lady" wanted a bit more money than I wanted to spend for the pair, I was not about to pass up this opportunity. So with the included Motor-Bike in tow, I forked over the cash and brought my new treasures home. The only reason Phoebe and Roxxi were spared from an equally beat up fate as Felicia was the fact that they had molded tresses. But despite this, they were still scuffed and marked up all over. Not to mention, someone had taken the liberty to draw colorful marks all over their faces and body parts. Phoebe was only wearing a shirt, and neither girl had her jacket or extra accessories. But it did not matter, I felt like I had won the lottery finding both twins together. Plus, I had plenty of fashion packs for my now four dolls to share, and the knowledge and skills to restore them!
Sometimes it is what we least expect to win us over that steals our hearts. I spent a great deal of time, energy, and effort back in the day trying to force an "ideal" collection on myself. I wanted nothing but the best, the most pruned and refined collection of dolls. I rejected any doll who didn't fit this standard, who didn't seamlessly blend in with some aesthetic I thought I "needed" to have. And so I turned down a number of wonderful dolls, many of whom were in desperate need of a loving home. The more I pressured myself to fit this perfect standard, the less fun I felt I had when it came to dolls. I was trapped inside this self created box of who I thought I should be, instead of realizing why it was I collected in the first place. Dolls like Felicia are much like the ones that started my fascination with this hobby in the first place. My original Barbie was a half bald, stark naked 1989 Ice Capades Barbie--someone else's reject. But she was the most magnificent creature I had ever seen, and she captivated my two year old self. That's the thing, what drew me to dolls in the first place was never perfection or aesthetic, rather the dolls themselves...the idea that they had a story to tell, and it was my job to discover it. None of my Big Babyz were complete or in mint condition...on the contrary they were anything but flawless. But despite all their imperfections, their quirky faults, I love them just the same. I don't feel any less connected to them, or any less willing to share my love. Instead, I embrace all four of my girls for exactly who they are, and I'm so grateful I got the chance to be their dolly mama. Maybe I didn't deserve a second chance when it came to Big Babyz collecting--after all, I did turn down the first ones I saw back in 2012, when all the other dolls from their lot came home with us. But at the end of the day, I wouldn't' change a thing--I wouldn't go back and tell my former doll snob self to lighten up, to buy this doll, or to not stress out about stuff so much. Because doll collecting is just like life, it's a journey--it's about the ride, and not the final destination, and that's what makes it so exhilarating!
45/365 2/14/11
There I was, minding my own business, trying to get a macro shot of the white heart in the pile of jelly bean hearts, when I looked up and saw this little face trying to will the whole pile towards her. And just like that, I had my 365 shot for today.
Happy Valentines Day!!
I was *so* tempted to upload this in black and white. I don't know, I'm just really in to black and white photos these days. But I could already hear Brinks screaming "ANOTHER black and white SP???", so I resisted the temptation and uploaded the colored version instead. (A few people have been telling me that they're getting sick of my blue wall too. but I still love it after all these years. I tried shooting some of my portraits in Ezra's room since she has pink walls, but I don't like it that much. I mean I love pink, but I prefer cooler tones in my pictures.)
Anyway, this is supposed to be a tribute to Yamashita Tomohisa (AKA "Yamapi"). He's a Japanese idol that my sister and I obsessed over a few years back. We're still fans, but we've toned it down a little. Anyway, a few days ago, he made an official announcement that he will be leaving his band (NEWS), along with fellow member Nishikido Ryo (another one of my favorites T__T). My sister and I were really big fans of the band, so we were extremely sad to hear this, but we respect their decision.
In case you're wondering how this photo is connected to Yamapi, it has to do with my earrings. Yamapi wore the exact same one in one of his dramas called Dragon Zakura (his was gold though). My sister and I watched the show a few years back and we noticed Yamapi's earrings. We thought it was really cool so we searched for it online and found it on Ebay (they have everything there these days, LOL). It wasn't that expensive so we both ordered one (in silver).
The title I chose is the English translation of one of my favorite songs from NEWS, Hoshi Wo Mezashite. It was their comeback single after their short hiatus in 2006/2007. I'm going to miss them T__T
Miss Amber and those drive in treats . She said no to these temptations , she was watching her figure .
Cooly Rocks On
Coolangatta . Gold Coast
One of my commercial shoots: Photos featuring Chinese models as wallpapers. Those were downloadable on a Philips microsite. It was for the launch of a new "3D Shaver". The idea was to show four different women: A model, an artist, a office worker and an CEO.
This photo was not one of the final 3 that were offered as a wallpaper. I still like it though, and share it here on flickr.
TempT- Maya VIP Gift dress, little bones. Chel hair, Essenz - Congo heels, ChaosLotus-caged necklace, !Rebel Hope - Island Girl Earrings, Maitreya Mesh Body - Lara,:: Exodi :: Isolde Vivante skin
A spaniel type dog ran into the frame and stopped on the edge of the quayside at Cresswell Quay, where the Cresswell River joins the upper tidal reaches of the Cleddau River in Pembrokeshire, west Wales.
I thought he was going to jump in!
There's somebody mowing their lawn in the far background... a traditional way to annoy neighbours on a weekend afternoon!
Model: Andrea
This is one from the "Tribute to Albert Anker " -Session.
We shot in a historic farmhouse and the idea was to create photos that look like paiintings by Albert Anker (Swiss painter 1831 - 1910) de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Anker
Info:
daylight through a window from left, strobe on the right.
strobist info:
- D610 PopUP - Master:---
- Yongnuo YN-568 EX, behind model in SMDV-Softbox 70cm
strobe controlled and fired with Nikon CLS & AWL.
Models: LovelyMiwako7399 Menna and Arisia Ashmoot
Photographer: LovelyMiwako7399 Menna
Jewelry: Finesmith Designs (and apple too)
Make up: Violator
Pose: Body Talking
A Monk Getting Tempted On The Mountain Top.
Up here high above the crowds and civilization below.
One would think temptation would be far away from the soul,
On the contrary the mind and spirit can reek havoc on the senses.
Many feelings and thoughts can hammer at the soul,
The monk with his training and knowledge.
Hopefully can put such things in perspective,
and come out fresher and cleaner than before.
but some do fall into the abyss of shame and self doubt,
The strong ones shall teach in the future.
Hopefully their teachings will take root,
in the little ones coming up.
Steve.D.Hammond.
A young toddler concentrates on the mesmerizing light of the birthday cake.
Olympus OM-D EM-1 with 12-40mm f/2.8 PRO
On the return back to the car from the first failed mission to Sugar Loaf Lighthouse (see previous post) we passed back past this gorge we'd previously seen on our way up and I thought I'd have a try at getting right in on the detail for a more abstract interpretation.
It was funny to hear the comments of everyone who passed by: "I reckon I could swim through that...".
I agree though - there was something about this scene that inspired temptation - for me though, that temptation was just to take a photo of it and keep my feet dry...
Marmalade/jam and juices for sale at the "Efterårsmarked på fyret" (autumn market) at the lighthouse at Bovbjerg, Denmark - October 30, 2016.
Photo by Poul-Werner Dam / bit.ly/PWD_Flickr
No correspondence.
Failing to adhere to the instructions of the photographer to stand still, the fellow on the right pays the price for that hurried drag on a cigarette.
A trio of Gefreiter from Landwehr Infanterie Regiment Nr.99 tempt fate by posing for a photograph underneath what appears to be a bullseye target adorning the entrance to a shelter.