This was my entry in the April Le.Look styling contest. I didn’t even get an honorable nod. That’s totally bogus.
No doubt my outsider status ~ in combination with not plunking down quite enough L’s ~ keeps me out of the running, but that’s high school for you. In the meantime, I’m completely loving these DeLa boots and had been looking for an excuse to get this jewelry set for absolute ages. I probably won’t bother with that contest again, but it’s not a total loss. Given the potential pay-off, I’d say it’s worth one little flutter. My guess is that it probably helps to be buds with an insider, but if they found themselves inundated with quality entries, it would force them to be a bit more sporting about the whole thing.
I love hearing about drama, but me no likey participating in it. Maybe that’s why I tend to keep my head down socially in SL, especially when it comes to the strange romantic imbroglios some folks use the metaverse to engage in. A dj friend of mine was doing one of his gigs the other evening, and he sometimes gets out there and dorks it up on the dance floor rather than hang out in the safety zone of his spin table. Occasionally he does something really questionable like dance with the clientele. On this particular evening, he got the balls up and ready, and before the gal whom he had asked to dance could hop on, another one (one whose profile included much information about how she “voice chats” and is “up for fun” and “you should call me sometime”) elbowed the woman out of the way to hop on pop first. The one who had been asked to dance did a grand hurumph and poofed out. One angry pixel lady down, another 5,000 or so to go.
This same dj told me about a friend of his who has an entourage of pixel men she brings with her to clubs. At one of these venues, the club manager — yet another generic, long-legged hawt pixel babe — “hit on” every single last one of these guys, thereby upsetting the gal with all the man-toys. She left and will never step virtual foot in that make-believe club ever again. So there. Were all these pixel men her boyfriends? No, says my dj buddy, just her friends. Wull… then why did it matter to her that the other gal chatted them all up? I don’t know, said my friend. Does hitting on pixel men really matter, and why would anyone really want to do that anyway? Is there some sort of point system going on here; the bigger your personal opposite sex (so they say) entourage, the higher your score? Is that why the club manager was hitting on them? You score double points for actually “stealing” a pixel man away from someone else’s avatar and adding them to yours?
Any insights on why a bunch of people in the 30s, 40s, 50s and 60s would get wrapped up in this sort insanity would be welcomed.
I’ve been throwing on this and that over the past several days, trying to wrap my head around why I bother. I bother, I guess, because everyone has to play at some point or another. i’m not sure I can go much deeper into it than to explain that I like to play. I like doll houses and I like stylin my virtual representation of ego.
So there. That’s about it. And here she is in a hunt item that is looking way hipper than a lot of hunt looks can manage. Nice job Fabienne Bolissima Couture.
Hat & Helmet: Drowsy – BP* tanken helmet net w/braid – reopening gift
The Back Story.
With apricot, like melon, I could have gone the pastel pretty route, but I’ve been feeling kinda scuzzy this week. Dirtied up, you know. A little dusty and frayed. A bit trailer park in the heat of summer.
So, notice that there is an apricot-ish sort of thing going on in the top, but it’s an apricot that’s a little bruised and battered, like it’s been sitting at the bottom of the bin in a down-and-out greengrocers. Not the freshest, and all that.
Skin: Mother Goose’s – Devon – past hunt item, but I recently saw it was still there hidden away on a shelf – I’m wearing the “boy” version, which had veins popping out on the thighs, so required a little photoshopping to keep it from looking fugly as all heck.
The Back Story.
I can’t tell you how skinny I had to make myself to fit into this skirt. Gawd bless ’em, I do like Tokodoki, but when you have to push all of your sliders down to zero in order to keep bits and pieces from poking out, maybe the designer needs to supply a resizer hud. I mean, common… body thickness = ‘0’? That’s some messed up shit.