Category Archives: Second Life

Wear it Like You Stole It

I had some fun with mix and matching items from this moth’s COLLABOR88 while doing my stupid work this weekend. While it’s always easiest just to slap things together the way one finds them on the vendor ad, it’s always been a passion of ours at IOF to mix things up a bit when we can. Continue reading

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When Your Narrative Is Complete

Tell me baby, what’s your story?

What makes your avatar’s world complete? Is it the perfect shoes? Perfect hair? What do you need in SL to say YES now I’m living here?

Often for me it’s silly things from RC Cluster that make me feel like I’m really living in SL rather than playing dolls. For instance, here I am getting ready and doing my hair. Slathering on the hair spray like I know I need to do. Continue reading

What I Like #2

Love can go to hell in a broken heartbeat minute

I love this photo from Taleah McMahon. It’s title isLove Can Go to Hell in a Broken-hearted Minute” and doesn’t it perfectly convey that mixture of anger, betrayal, and a breaking heart all in a chaotic blend of emotion? Continue reading

Folkloric

although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible color you could imagine

I always like to bust up sets and mix and match because it shows that the clothing people make in Second Life is more versatile than we think. For that reason, even though the Irina cropped sweater I am wearing from The Secret Store comes with a beautiful skirt that coordinates with it, I chose to wear a different skirt to show it can be done. Of course, you know and I know it can be done, but a reminder is useful.  Continue reading

Struck Like An Arrow Right Through My Heart

Reflecting moments often come when we’re least engaged in our lives and just find ourselves in a state of just BEING.

It’s hard to find those moments,but lately I’ve been working on them and finding comfort thinking on my SLIFE and all the things that are good in it.  Continue reading

What I Like #1

Without making promises about frequency or regularity, WHAT I LIKE is back.

Gothic Queen - Mononoke

Gothic Queen by Mononoke

I like this head shot by Tarja Haven called Gothic Queen. It’s a great use of shadow and darkness to create a mood and highlight her face. The angle she holds her head makes the shot more intriguing and the way the sunglasses fade into the shadow adds mystery and intrigue. Continue reading

Stories & Folklore

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

The theme for Collabor88 this month is StoryTime and the creations showcased are a rich display of folkloric traditions and influences. There is a lot of embroidery, a lot of beautiful colors and rich traditional fabrics. Sissy Pessoa ran with the idea into a more modern direction with this gown and capelet. It has all the traditional flower forms, but the dress itself is quite modern and made even more so in the sheer version.

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?
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The Weekend Steals Softly Into My Life

The weekend is here and I’m confused how it even arrived so quickly. The week flew by with things to do, places to shop and people to see.

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Resistance Is Fertile

The history of liberty is a history of resistance.

This sign, a riff on the Borg’s mantra,made me laugh. I always just point out the Borg dies in the end. But I laugh because where I grew up, we competed against Fertile in sports and other competitions. More amusingly, Fertile happens to be just about 25 miles from Climax, another town we competed against. When you’re in high school, such things are hilarious and even to this day, pranksters add distance to Fertile signs to the “You are Entering Climax” sign and vice versa. By the way, whoever ordered “You are entering Climax” is my hero. That sign is gone now, replaced by the much less amusing “Climax Pop. 300” sign. Not that we weren’t without our own embarrassing names. A few miles out of town, there used to be a glorious road sign, “Bullshit Valley, Next Left” That was the name of the valley. That was the sign. When I was home this summer, I saw it has been “cleaned up” and now reads, BS Valley. I was disappointed. I did not live in Bullshit Valley, alas, and my dad only took that left hand turn every few years just because it was a pretty route, though it was gravel not tar. The road to Bullshit Valley is paved now. I am sure there’s a metaphor there somewhere.
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