Plaid Play
December 8, 2009
Dear reading dolls,
Last Thursday I went to one of my favourite Parisian theatre to see “A Doll’s House”… I’m sorry to disappoint you; this has nothing to deal with this stupid American serial starring some of the best bad actresses of the world and called “Dollhouse”. I’m talking about the Ibsen’s play which narrates how Nora (the main character) slowly understands she has always been dependant and prisoner of a role her father, then her husband had given to her: She has always been treated as “a doll”, she has been living in a fantasy, an unconscious lie. When she realizes her husband is not the lover she thought he was she eventually decides to leave him to search and find out her real goals, and her own answers to the questions of Life. The mise en scène was too classic to my taste, but the actors were perfect, and it was delightful to hear again the Ibsen’s text that I truly love… When I came back in SL after this play, I just needed to cuddle up on my comfy sofa reading a virtual book (which means trying to organise my inventory’s hundreds of items: I’m starting to drown in this mess!).
But I was annoyed by one of my French contacts. Read the rest of this entry »
Back to LeLutka
December 1, 2009
Dear « ready to change your mind » readers,
As we’re used to say in French “Il n’y a que les imbéciles qui ne changent pas d’avis” (“only fools never change their minds”) and as I work hard not to be as foolish as I could be, I eventually decided to slip into a LeLutka skin, and even a non-black one.
When I was SL born, I immediately fell in love with Minnu Palen’s work and I think I have around fifty skins under the former Minnu brand in my inventory. For me they had “that” something, a peculiar “je ne sais quoi”! They were sexy, different; they were what I wanted to SL look like. Moreover Minnu was one of the first “blockbuster” brands to work on specific dark skins (which means she worked on different faces instead of simply decline the same face in different lights and tons). Of course I had lots of other designers’ skins as well, and even good ones, but at this point of my virtual life, I could not wear them without feeling the guilt of an adulterous relationship: my addiction to Minnu was supposed to last forever or at least until I SL die. And this happened: I SL died!… for some months… and came back! Read the rest of this entry »
Days of being Gold
November 28, 2009
Dear nostalgic of (or allergic to) the seventies,
After my last post which exuded hate and anger, I truly needed something shallow and funny. “You should be dancing” told me Cayden. Happily he didn’t try to sing like one of the Bee Gees. But he was totally right! Music and dance are the best way to forget everyday problems, have fun, meet people, burn calories and wear our best “party dresses”!
I listened to this Grandadbob song which always makes me dance in front of my mirror, then I decided to go back to the seventies. Read the rest of this entry »
Fashion for Revenge!
November 19, 2009
Dear « messengers of peace » readers,
Please let me open your innocent eyes to introduce this post: If you’ve always thought Second Life was a world exempt from any kind of violence and aggressiveness, a world where people would be able to communicate and share their space with no prejudice and no bad intentions, a dream world then, let me tell you that maybe your real name is Laura Ingalls Walder (from Little House on the Prairie) or that you must immediately stop taking your anti-depressants (Don’t be ashamed! French people are one of the first consumers of these pills in the world, so if we can deal with this addiction, why couldn’t you?).
Yes, Second Life just like the real one is the place where all aggressions are possible! I won’t talk here about the way our fashionable eyes can be hurt seeing an avatar who wears the proof of its terrible bad taste on its shoulders. I won’t explain how some fashion faux-pas can wound a sensitive SL soul forever. I won’t demonstrate against some designers worse than the H1N1 flu trying to contaminate our wardrobes with the ugliest clothes ever imagined. No, I just want to talk about a stupid, basic, even not original case of aggression. Read the rest of this entry »
BIG is Beautiful!
November 15, 2009
Dear skinny, obese, thin, fat, small, tall, medium unidentified-reading-objects, please listen to this song and read this post…
Weeks ago as I was eating my breakfast (one diet cup of tea, one diet orange, one diet-nature-yogurt and one diet-mini-bowl of diet-organic-cereals with some drops of low-fat organic soya milk… yes my life is very exciting) and reading some news, some lines caught my attention: “Karl Lagerfeld doesn’t like fat women”.
Was I fooled by my eyes still paralysed by my last Botox injection? I’m afraid my vision was perfect. And here is a short summary of what I read : According to Karl (interviewed by the german magazine Focus), “nobody wants to see plump girls in fashion (…) There are fat old maids sitting in front of the television with their crisps’ pack saying that thin models are hideous. (…) The world of Haute Couture is a world of dream and illusion and must remain like this.”
Wow! I had a terrible headache trying to understand what the f*** had happened to Karl! Read the rest of this entry »
Interview with a Vampire
November 7, 2009
Here’s the perfect song for your reading…
Dear brave readers,
I was looking for a subject in my brain’s depths, and all I could hear inside my jellied mind was the echo of an abyss. When some weeks ago, as I was shopping at Atelier AM for my Mimikri post, I received a weird IM : “May I ?… I need blood, may I bite you?” What the hell was that?! A voice from hell precisely: a vampire called Eloindir.
My first reaction was to laugh, a bit too nervously maybe: I have never been into role playing games or other obscure existences in SL, except if you consider with a sure sharpness that the SL fashion world and the relationships between SL models themselves or agencies are nightmarish role playing games. But this Eloindir was so polite, asking for my precious fluid of life when he could just have gone for my throat like a wild creature, drained my veins, and made a wonderful necklace with some drops of my frozen blood… Yes he was such a gentleman that I decided to accept.
Well… I must say I did not feel anything special, while I had imagined something sultry like a scene from the Coppola’s Dracula. My kiss of Death was… short… very short. But as I would say to my rl lovers : “Length (double meaning) doesn’t matter”. The experience was new enough to be satisfying. Except I needed something in return. Come on! Now he had my non-expired blood running through his virtual dead body! I’m a shopaholic : you give money you get a dress, you give your blood, what can you get?… And here rang the bell! Halloween was at the end of the month (okay, now it’s over, but this is my usual french delay), I was looking for a post to succeed the one I was going to write about Mimikri: The next one would be something about vampires’ fashion.
Mimikri makes me cry…
October 26, 2009
Dear known or soon to be fashionista (or fashionist),
I was walking with a rl friend who sometimes meets me in sl for the simple pleasure to wear stilettos. In rl she’s indeed this kind of gorgeous creature, measuring 1,86m (six feets), wearing zero size, looking like a mix of Chanel Iman, Lara Stone and Tao Okamoto, and always walking with flatshoes, pretending that with high heels she’d feel like a weird giant monster… Poor thing… You know, this kind of friend you always want to slap because you have never seen a monster -even a giant one- looking like a Vogue cover… Nevertheless if I was so tall I’d wear breathtaking heels and look at the world from above. Anyway…
We were gossiping at the Glamour expo just before it ends, yawning our pretty heads off, when she suddenly asserted : “You definitely can’t wear this without looking like a slut!”… We were in front of Mimikri, I firstly thought she was delirious, then thinking of all the Mimikri items of my inventory I realised I had always been thinking the same. But my point of view is more contrasted : Mimikri Kit’s creations compel me to confront my personal fashion issues : I’m a fashionable borderline, and I’ve been developing a sadomasochistic relationship with some fashion designers (remember my post about Paper Couture) and Mimikri Kit is not an exception to this rule. Read the rest of this entry »
Shoulders up!
October 3, 2009
Dear… Who read this blog by the way?
You must be blind if you have not noticed a sign of our times yet. If you’re in this case but want to find out what I’m speaking about, don’t think it looks like a dead end street. No, it’s more something about the end of a circle. And the end of a circle means as a consequence a new start which is both a change and a beginning again… I know this sentence boils your brain: Fashion is complicated indeed… Let’s say after some years of “easy to wear” silhouettes even in Haute Couture, designers have decided to wink at the eighties. Believe me, you lost reader: this winter will definitely wear shoulder straps! Read the rest of this entry »
To be (out of) or not to be
September 23, 2009
Dear I don’t know who,
One thing to learn: Never mistake « being out of fashion » for « being out of season ». You’ll understand my point of you later.
When I came back to SL some weeks ago, I was strongly determined to be a simple- normal-anonymous SL being with no boring and demanding modeling agreement, ready to stop wasting my precious time blogging or flickering or gossiping, and the more important resolved to treat myself for my unreasonable shopping addiction. My first logical move was consequently to visit the Lus’ store and… to spend linden.
Back and lost already. Read the rest of this entry »
Bye Bye Bettie !…
January 3, 2009
Dear posh readers,
It was impossible for me to start a new year without mentioning an icon who died at the end of last december. I was surprised not to read any post about her in the past few weeks… Well as usual I’m a liar : I’ve read maybe two or three mentions of this huge personality in Ingenue’s blog for instance.
Anyway, as a fashionista, a bit trashy, loving fifties graphics, contemporary art, vintage, New York 70’s, underground theater, I want to pay a tribute to the amazing Bettie Page died on the eleventh of december now 2008. Read the rest of this entry »
Posh Pride 