The Back Story.
I had a pretty good idea of where I wanted to go with this from the start. Veering rather drastically off from the direction of my last challenge response, this “liver” color pulled me into the sepia-toned world of the 1930’s with a strong nod to the film noir era to come. No happy day-glo here, folks. This is Berlin, circa 1930, and happy, happy, joy, joy ist einfach nicht in ordnung.
I love this aesthetic, though. This is far more me than the festive colors we’ve been having lately. I decided to add just a little popette of color in the yellow shoes with red soles and the yellow beads. A nice Liz Arden red or a rich coral would work particularly well, too, but I liked the hint of jaundice suggested by the yellow.
The sim is one of my favs, the 1920s Berlin Project. Put on your era-appropriate duds and head over there for a look-see. It struck the right tone for the direction I decided to go this week.
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.
I didn’t run screaming at the thought of pink. I rather like it, although I am awfully tired of way it is used to symbolically “honor” women and “show we care” about them. Slap on a pink glow necklace, and there you go, steroidal baseball guy… proof that you “honor” your mother. What more would you ever need to do? Think of women as equal? Not relegate any woman who isn’t a mother to a lower status? Stop it with all the symbolic “honoring,” and let go of your desperate death clutch on the meaningless reigns of patriarchal power?
Nyah… why would anyone want to do that when merchandisers can just sell folks a bunch of pink crap, and it’s all good? “I honor women… see… I’m wearing pink!” ‘kay, ‘kay, ‘kay, whatever.
Evidently, I have something of a love/hate relationship with pink. Its feminized symbolic construction bugs me. At the same time, girly pink is really appealing. At the same time, it’s such a trivialized color, and thus symbolically trivializes and marginalizes women, and I hate that. And what do I go and do for this challenge? I went total femmie-girly-girly.
How funny is this? I originally put this together for a possible contender in last week’s Tangerine challenge. I opted for a different look, but figured I could put this up as a mid-week post. Serendipity works in mysterious ways.
Hair: Tiny Bird – By & By in “warm black” – Store now closed