Category Archives: Great Places to Shoot

A Road Trip

“A relationship is like a road trip: You get bugs splattered on the windshield. By the time you see them, it’s too late, but you still keep going.”

“A relationship is like a road trip: You get bugs splattered on the windshield. By the time you see them, it’s too late, but you still keep going.”  

Welcome to Braggsville by T. Geronimo Johnson

I love this quote from the book I just finished reading, Welcome to Braggsville. It has the virtue of being funny and true. Like a road trip, you don’t always know the destination in a relationship, you surely do not know what you will encounter and a few bugs will get splattered on the way. And of course, you usually keep going, though maybe sometimes you should take the off-ramp. 
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Without looking back

Without looking back

At LEA27, there is a new installation called The City that opened on January 31st. Ziki Questi did a great post about it here.

Without looking back

I love its stark minimalist approach. It is a place to play with light and shadow.

Without looking back

It also seems a wonderful place to highlight the extraordinary elegance of Zaara’s Thalia dress. Thalia is the Greek muse of laughter and the dress has clear Greco-Roman inspiration in its draping. I had to ask Zaara if it was named after Thalia Heckroth™ and she confirmed. I have a friend in my first life named Thalia, too, and sometimes I think they are the best evidence of names being destiny because they both have a joyful laugh and both are animated by injustice to act.
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The Struggle Is Real

No two persons ever read the same book.
I had more planned for this blog post. I was going to write about reading and quote Edmund Wilson who said “No two persons ever read the same book,” but for some reason, Oscar is insisting on laying across my forearms while I type, obscuring the bottom half of the screen, and meowing in irritation when I hit enter, and making this a chore. I have pushed him aside a few times, but he returns immediately, so this post will be pictures and credits and it’s all Oscar’s fault.
No two persons ever read the same book.
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Every once in a while, you find someone who‘s iridescent

every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent,

Even the Grinch would have a nice ass in Blueberry shorts or jeans. .

Some of us are dipped in flat,
some in satin,
some in glass,
but every once in a while,
you find someone who’s
iridescent,
And once you do,
nothing will ever compare.

Wendelin Van Dramen, Flipped

every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent,

Collabor88 opened at midnight with an exciting and fun new theme–Holographic! So their catalog is filled with opalescence, iridescence, and opulent fabrics. Blueberry released a top and belted shorts. They come with HUDs to offer an amazing range of options.
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What Makes a Classic?

“Classic' - a book which people praise and don't read.” ― Mark Twain

Mark Twain once said a classic is “a book which people praise and don’t read.” I don’t think that is true. Most of the people I know have read many of the classics and the reason they remain classics is they are great stories. Many classics can be downloaded for free from Amazon and for Christmas this year, I put together a list of books I recommend that are free.

There are classics in design, too, such as the knife-pleats that make up the skirt in this beautiful dress from Gizza. Another classic, the empire waist, the inset belt at the waist and the rich embroidery on the bodice. However, the great thing with fashion is taking the classics and combining them into something new and Gizza succeeds at that.

“Classic' - a book which people praise and don't read.” ― Mark Twain

I figured that a perfect place to shoot a classic dress might be at the Parthenon, the pinnacle of classical Greek architecture, so I headed off to Greece, the sim, part of a cluster of islands celebrating Greek culture. They do not allow scripts, so be sure you are as you wish to be before you land.

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To Make an End Is to Make a Beginning

“For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.”
I stopped by Eternal Flame, a sim with a spare, ascetic ambiance of bitter winter, because it will be closed to the public soon. It made me think of T.S. Eliot’s Little Gidding, part of his Four Quartets that secured for him the Nobel Prize in Literature. He wrote this after his conversation and the poem itself is very much a religious poem, but much of it still speaks to me.

When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart’s heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul’s sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time
But not in time’s covenant. Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the unimaginable Zero summer?

The poem seems apt for this bright and sunny New Year’s Day, especially the lines from the second section of the poem, “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.”  Do I have a new language for this new year? I wonder…

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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

I stopped by Orchid yesterday. What a lovely place to visit. There are deer, horses, and birds chirping away in a rustic winter wonderland that made me think of Alice talking to her cat, Dinah.

Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if someone was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow LOVES the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

If you’re not feeling sleepy, though, this fun skater’s dress from ISON at Collabor88 is a winner in eight gorgeous colors. ISON also presented coordinating Nordic sweaters to wear over it, but I was drawn to this fur hoodie from Xen’s Hats for the Instruments. It also comes in several colors, but the white one is my favorite.
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