Or at least they were back 500,000 years two weeks ago when I did this shoot. At this point, I was still feeling the irritation of not getting so much as an encouraging nod from the judges of the Le.Look monthly popularity style contest. Phooey and shucks to SL in-crowds. I guess that phenom is why we have to wade through all the gawd awful, taloned, “whore couture” pony riders in the feeds.
So here’s my bad-assed self being all no-yu-din’t in the G. Field shoes that everybody is wearing lately. Unlike what I plunked down for that ridiculous contest, they cost me nothing. Absolutely, dah-link. Too bad for all you kidz who didn’t get over to Culture Shock.
Hair: Truth ~ Bunny w/Roots in “espresso” ~ subscriber gift
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.
Necklaces: *+*IJLL*+* (Jill by Jill Lemon) ~ Pearl necklace long + short + Pearl necklace ribbon ~ past opening group gift, but can’t find in world or marketplace store… there is an in world group, though.
This is a kid skin, obviously not on a kid shape. Worked out fine, but a little too youthful (and too blond) to get much regular use from Etoile. I’m not sure what the whites spots on the cheek are all about, either. I’ve seen these as a makeup option on a number of skins, and assume it must be a reference to something (as most things are).