My entire outfit was planned around this bandeau from Tres Blah which is new for Collabor88. The colors offered are gorgeous and subtle, and this is a perfect wardrobe pick up because it’s a summer staple. It can go under blazers, and with long swishy skirts. You can dress it up or down and it’s a perfect compliment to our never ending beach party than is Second Life. Well, some of us anyway.
There were also shoes, and tights, but that doesn’t matter now. ALL that matters is this top. You see, I started with the top. I built everything around the top. The top was my focus.
Then the top became my obsession. Continue reading
Monica Outlander made this stunning gown with the peacock print insets, releasing them at the Fashion Pride event in March. She produced it in several colors, but my favorite is this gorgeous royal blue.
I admit I am an SL hoarder. I have items in my inventory from 2007. In fact, I am wearing items from 2007 in this picture. Now, I am not the worst. I do throw things out. Pose stands, landmarks, notecards are ruthlessly trashed. All my shoes with invisiprims have been deleted. Pants with sculpted bottoms and prim flap skirts – gone! Full bright hair – done! Bling – get outta here! But then, I falter.
I think Monica Outlander makes more use of materials than any other fashion designer. You can see her fascination with its possibilities in almost everything she makes.
But how could anyone delete something as gorgeous as this gown? Even if I never wear it again, I might. You never know, right?
The princess dress from Adore & Abhor was released to celebrate their sixth anniversary. It is rich in design details including a sheer overskirt, a lovely ribbon belt and a cameo collar.
Let me start with a confession. I do not hate Shopping Cart Disco’s SL Secrets. From sociology and evolutionary psychology, I understand the role of gossip in defining community norms and values. It is possible that anonymity allows more viciousness than we might see in first life, but given the many stories about young people driven to suicide by online harassment on Facebook® and Twitter® coming from non-anonymous classmates, I think that anonymity is a smaller factor than we might think.
Sometimes the secrets make me think, sometimes they make me laugh, sometimes they surprise me. Secrets often spark discussions on Plurk® and I suppose they do on other social media as well. Sometimes I agree with the secret-makers, sometimes I do not. One thing most secret-makers have in common is an idea of how the world should be and they want us all to know it is out of alignment with their standards.
Today a secret maker repeated the all too common “Get a real life” mantra that always seems so ironic coming from someone whose emotional investment is Second Life® is so powerful they are compelled to create anonymous secrets to share their opinions. This time, the “Get a real life” message included an insinuation that purchasing from SL creators could be contributing to their mental illness by promoting an attachment to this second life over their first life.
I think the secret maker is wrong on all levels – because while our first and second lives are distinct and often separate, they are both real.
My best friend and I, upon hearing Maximilian Schell’s name, are likely to starting singing “die Schöne TIIIIIINA” because we are ridiculous fans of the movie “The Freshman”. As I kept saying Sunny Tuli I kept hearing Schöne Tuli in my head.
Umlauts over o are alt-0246 btw. The more you know.
Now, for the sexy bits.
I like the sporty pack of lipsticks from No. 7 at Skin Fair. They’re a bit out of my lane but I thought the color combos and the gloss was flawless.
I have a slight quibble in that there is definite pixelation up close. You can see this in the above picture, the smaller images look flawless but the larger one does show it a bit at the top. Continue reading
If role-playing were just dressing up in beautiful gowns like this one from Peqe, I think everyone would love it. Of course, in one sense we are all role-playing in Second Life, just some are role-playing roles more divergent from their first than others. While the /me narrative of role-playing is not for me, I think the role-playing community has been one of the most positive forces in SL bringing us hundreds of sims rich with historical or fantastical detail. Second Life would be a much less beautiful place without role-play.
Well I got a new little dog. I might be into collecting little dogs now. With the Arcade feeding my cute things addiction this weekend it’s hard to say WHERE the madness will stop. But I’ve set up a little campsite with my new Tres Blah trailer and outdoor goodies, and the doggie and me are on vacay! Continue reading
Gogo and my IMs read like those text message commercials with James Earl Jones and Malcolm McDowell.
“Have you been to Fameshed?”
“No. Not yet. I dunno if I am gonna go.”
“Me too, but I wanna go out. We should go.”
“I dunno. I’m tired. But I might go. Or I might go somewhere else.”
“I wanna go somewhere. Maybe.”
And on and on like that. Sometimes we’ll have entire conversations on how tired we are of the trend of everything being brown. (Look around, it’s a thing. Suddenly everything is dark and brown at some events.)
Anyway, in the course of this conversation, the event CHINESE NEW YEAR came up. We both agreed that the Chinese boxes of awesome made by LARK were must have, and so even though she was dithering about going out I headed over there. The original landmark seemed to have landed me in a pit. From the sky, where I ended up, it seemed like there was a tunnel leading to the event, or a walkway or something, but where I LANDED it was some sort of poofing rendering hell where not only could I not see, I was disoriented and unhappy. Plus, there was no shopping there. Continue reading
Weekend mornings are my favorite. I can get ready slowly, at my own pace, considering what I’m going to wear, and do. Sundays are nice because I know my usual plan is to go listen to smooth jazz at the Velvet while Cajsa DJs. Continue reading
At Christmastime I set up a little breakfast nook with some Arcade goodies I had gotten, along with a Christmas tree I picked up from a shop, that I thought was adorable. I loved having bite to eat while gazing at the twinkling lights, relaxing and just enjoying how beautiful my little space was.
The 12 days of Christmas ended and I cleaned up my decorations.
But the twinkling lights? Well, they stayed.
I can’t grab them. No matter where I grab, I get my house. I try to highlight transparent, and again, still just get my house even though I am targeting the damned lights. ITS INFURIATING.
There is nothing for it but to ignore it I suppose. Continue reading