The Bridge at O’Donalds
Once a day…
…the Security Admin of Mesa 5…
…and her most trusted agent…
…meet on the O’Donalds Sponsored Bridge…
…check for eavesdroppers, hackers, lurkers and spies…
…and then get down to the real business of the day.
A damn fine cup of coffee.
Details ~ with the milk and sugar
The Full Donatella
Was what I was wearing when Lawrence Celestalis IM’ed me.
He suggested I might like to use his apartment in Hangars Liquides for a photo shoot.
I was happy to take a look and TP’ed over.
Splashed in his pool even.
He was right, it was a great venue in which to shoot this outfit.
Grazie Lawrence!
Details ~
Now Juana Is Eight
We have changed, yet are still the same.
2007 ~ Nexus Prime
2008 ~ Ironjaw
2009 ~ Ironjaw
2010 ~ Ashvasta, The Wastelands
2011 ~ Ashvasta, The Wastelands
2012 ~ Ashvasta, The Wastelands
2013 ~ Ironjaw
2014 ~ Ironjaw
The happiest of rezdays Juanita! <3<3<3
A Formal Affair
Last weekend SLuniverse,
founded and operated by Cristiano Midnight,
celebrated ten years online with a two day prom and party.
It was a formal affair.
So I went formal.
I like to fit in.
Thank you Cris, Munch, Bard, the DJs, and everyone who helped, took pictures, and attended.
You rock!
(Prom photo links below the cut.)
Credits ~
The Waiting Game
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I did have words to go with these pictures until I realized they didn’t need any.
Gomi always knows what to wear and is always Gomi.
This one’s for you g.
Details ~ on the runway
New Goth for an Old Ceremony
It is better
to have partied
and crashed
than to never
have partied
at all.
Happy Birthday hya ❤
Details ~ in the crypt
Noir
Hollow Triumph
Paul Henreid: You’re a bitter little lady.
Joan Bennett: It’s a bitter little world.
The Big Sleep
Humphrey Bogart regarding Lauren Bacall:
She was worth a stare. She was trouble.
The Big Steal
Robert Mitchum: I don’t usually make it a habit to butt into women’s affairs,
but what’s this guy Fisk to you?
Jane Greer: Don’t change your habits on my account.
Ace in the Hole
Jan Sterling: I don’t pray.
Kneeling bags my nylons.
Farewell, My Lovely
Dick Powell: I caught the blackjack right behind my ear.
A black pool opened up at my feet.
I dived in.
It had no bottom.
Detour
Tom Neal: Money. You know what that is. The stuff you never have enough of.
Little green things with George Washington’s picture that men slave for, commit crimes for, die for.
It’s the stuff that has caused more trouble in the world than anything else ever invented.
Simply because there’s too little of it.
The Big Steal
Jane Greer to Robert Mitchum: What I like about you is you’re rock bottom.
I wouldn’t expect you to understand this,
but it’s a great comfort for a girl to know she could not possibly sink any lower.
The Woman in the Window
Edward G. Robinson to Joan Bennett: There are only three ways to deal with a blackmailer.
You can pay him and pay him and pay him until you’re penniless.
Or you can call the police yourself and let your secret be known to the world.
Or you can kill him.
Blade Runner
Harrison Ford: [narrating] I don’t know why he saved my life.
Maybe in those last moments he loved life more than he ever had before.
Not just his life – anybody’s life; my life. All he’d wanted were the same answers the rest of us want.
Where did I come from? Where am I going? How long have I got?
All I could do was sit there and watch him die.
Details in the ashtray ~
Der Himmel über Berlin
Ich kann dich nicht sehen, aber ich weiß, dass du hier bist.
Ich fühle es.
Sie wurden um hängen seit ich hier bin.
Ich wünschte, ich könnte dein Gesicht sehen.
Nur in die Augen schauen und sagen Ihnen, wie gut es ist,
hier zu sein. Nur um etwas zu berühren.
Siehe, das ist kalt, das fühlt sich gut. Oder zu rauchen.
Haben Kaffee. Oder wenn Sie es gemeinsam zu tun, das ist fantastisch.
Oder zu zeichnen. Du weißt, du einen Bleistift nehmen und Sie machen eine dunkle Linie,
dann machen Sie eine leichte Linie und zusammen ist es eine gute Linie.
Oder wenn Ihre Hände sind kalt und reiben Sie sie zusammen.
Siehe, das ist gut, das fühlt sich gut.
Es gibt so viele gute Dinge, aber du bist nicht hier.
Ich bin hier.
Ich wünschte, du wärst hier. Ich wünschte,
du könntest mit mir reden. . . denn ich bin ein Freund.
Compañero.
Details and Translation below ~
Scenes From A Birthday Celebration
Thank you Philip. Thank you Cory.
Thank you Pathfinder, Thank you Teeple.
Thank you to all the Lindens and all the people who have worked at Linden Lab over the years.
You changed our lives.
Lippmanns represent!
Class of ’06
*smiles fondly
Wendy: What do you wanna do hon?
Grady: I unno Wends, what do you wanna do?
Wendy: Watch tv?
Grady: Nah, we only got one channel and it’s just a repeat about some juvenile delinquent in trouble with the law.
Wendy: Lets do shots!!
Grady: Ok!!
…all my life
though some have changed
some forever not for better
some have gone and some remain
Happy Birthday Second Life!
Details ~
The House
I should say:
The house
shelters day dreaming,
the house
protects the dreamer,
the house
allows one
to dream in peace.
Details ~ downstairs
Just Dance!
I’ve had a little bit too much, much
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
How does she twist the dance? Can’t find a drink, oh man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone
What’s going on on the floor?
I love this record Stacia but I can’t see straight anymore
Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say
And we’re all getting hosed tonight, oh oh oh-oh
Keep it cool, what’s the name of this club?
I can’t remember but it’s alright, a-alright
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth, oh oh oh-oh
How’d I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright
Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmm
Just dance, gonna be okay,
d-d-d-dance Dance, dance, just, j-j-just
Details ~ on the dance floor
Howl ~ the interrupted version
I saw the best avatars of my generation destroyed by lag, primless hysterical ruthed,
dragging themselves through the wounded Nexus streets at dawn looking for an angry Spider,
angel winged cyberpunks burning for the heavenly multi-plexed connection to the
smoking asset server in the Second Life night,
who jaggy and clouded and hollow-primmed and high sat up smoking in the pixdark of
Suffugium cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating Gomi dubstep,
who bared their brains to Snark under the rusty Iron Tree
and saw Fate (Artemis) staggering on the Last Round’s roof illuminated,
who passed through welcome areas with radiant eyes hallucinating blade runners
and altered carbon tragedy among the scholars of Jessie and Stanford,
who were banned from the info hubs for crazy
and typing obscene code on the servers of the forums,
who cowered in unrezzed rooms in underwear,
burning their Lindens in oil barrels and listening to the Club-in-a-box through the wall,
who ate prim sushi in paint hotels or drank Dr. Peppers in Hard Alley,
CPU death, or purgatoried their primcocks night after night
with dreams, with Snowcrash, with internet nightmares,
griefers and drama and endless gray goo,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering textures and lightning in the mind
leaping towards poles of Ross & Ahern, illuminating all the lag frozen world of Time between,
who chained themselves to TP points for the endless ride from Luna to holy Plum on pre-mesh
until the noise of Dominus Shadows and newbs brought them down shuddering
pixel-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear li
*howl
Details ~
An Avatar’s Progress
Rezdate ~ January 15 – 2006 ~ Ahern
2006 ~ Nexus Prime Cyberpunk
2007 ~ Masai
2008 ~ Wings of Desire
2009 ~ Club Girl
2010 ~ If I were Real
2011 ~ Breakmaker
2012 ~ BLUSH Response
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Baku!
magenta anarchy
commodore keyboards
cadillac cars
wheelie tunes
boom boomboxes
fatty kidd
sockless laundry
Details ~ in the drier
This Is How It Works ~ (For Acha)
Grady Echegaray, 30 March, 2011
Image 1 ~When Momo started strange pixels and invited me to post there, neither of us knew where the journey would take us, but we did know one thing. We knew that if there was one fashion blogger we wanted to try to be as good as, it was Acha. No one rocked it like her. One day, Acha gave a Garden Party and it was one of the highlights of my Second Life to be a part of it. From left to right ~ Allegory Malaprop, Violet Voltaire, ellantha Larsson, Mourna Biziou, hyasynth Tiramisu, Elusyve Jewell, Winter Jefferson, Achariya Maktoum, Grady Echegaray (Originally posted in Arcadia).
Image 2 ~ One of the really fun things to do as a fashion blogger is to do a shoot with another blogger. One of my favs is when Acha and Momo got together for Acha and Mourna in Severina. It didn’t hurt that they styled outfits by hya, a designer that we all love. Acha and Momo did 13 duets together.
Image 3 ~ When I first started in SL one of my first friends was Giuseppe Spicoli, who went on to become a great SL dj and a major contributor to the Suffugium and Wastelands communities. In one of those wonderful SL coincidences, I found out from Acha in our first visit together that not only were they great RL friends, but that Giu had been the one to introduce Acha to SL. One of my fav posts of Acha’s is Vaguely Incestuous Poseballing. (Best post title ever!)
Image 4 ~ Acha was never one to stay at home blogwise. She frequently reached out to the wider community of fashion bloggers for inspiration and blogging subjects and those subjects were frequently other fashion bloggers. With Acha, six degrees of separation was five degrees too many. Her “Not me” series eventually totalled 107.
Image 5 ~ One day I stumbled across the Kubrick Rooms by Rumpledink Robbiani. When I saw the Korova Milk bar complete with poseballs I knew what I had to do. I also knew that Acha needed to get in touch with her inner droogie and join Momo, myself and Winter on the bench at the back of the bar. It was a bit of the old ultra fashion.
Image 6 ~ One of my fondest memories of Acha is of the time we first met. She came over to my place and within a couple of minutes we were yakking away as if we had known each other for years. She has that way about her. I was not able to make her last post shoot but we were able to visit shortly after and I snuck a few pics. She was excited about spending more time exploring the virtual world we all love. She is a rock star. <3<3
Postscript below ~
La Gitana
Grady Echegaray ~ 17 March, 2011
Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas.
El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña.
Con la sombra en la cintura ella sueña en su baranda,
verde carne, pelo verde, con ojos de fría plata.
Verde que te quiero verde.
Bajo la luna gitana,
las cosas la están mirando
y ella no puede mirarlas.
Los detalles a continuación ~
A HybridCupid Valentine
Margaret Mfume ~ February 13, 2011
To those who indulged my folly, you look mahvelous! Love you long time. ❤
Nina Stepford
Bunnie & Bambee Pelous
Phoenix & Sansarya Caligari-Psaltery
Sansarya Caligari
Jorus Xi
Sally Rosebud
Willow Matthews
Arilynn Karu & Nalia Vuckovic
Arilynn Karu
Charlemagne Allen
Beebo Brink
Mocksoup Graves
Tracer Graves
Tracer & Mockie
Gabe Lippmann
more pics at Mfume’s Flickr
The Cupid of Clearwing
Margaret Mfume ~ February 13, 2011
Clearwing, the land of love and good will, had fallen under the influence of the dastardly AntiCupid. I found this villian attempting to lure Nina to the the dark side as she waited for her beloved Briana. A nasty kerfluffle ensued but I soon made quick work of the AntiCupid.
After restoring to Nina her good faith, I moved on to undo the damage that had been wrought.
Bams & Bunnie were too busy fleeing the LL Bear to notice me swoop down upon them.
A gazebo is really no place to hide. Phoenix was soon crawling to Sansarya for protection.
Sally and Jorus thought that the Second Citizen Clubhouse would shield them.
There was no safety in numbers within the sturdy walls of Brinkmere.
Willow put up a valiant effort, I needed 3 arrows to take that one down.
Arilyn & Nalia? Easy!
I barely disturbed Chaz in her slumber, alas, even the brave Beebo proved to be no challenge.
Mockie & Tracer thought they would escape my notice in The Speakeasy’s private quarters.
This gentleman tried to slip out a back stairway…
… but nab him I did – in the end!
more pics at Mfume’s Flickr
Details ~ (more…)
Limbo
Grady Echegaray ~ January 19, 2011
I think it’s totally shocking Juanita!
Yes Grady, more than shocking even. It’s cruel!
Don’t they know we are born to shop??
Yes! We are like sharks and movement, if we don’t shop, we wither and die.
Making us hang around waiting for SL to come back online.
It’s simply outrageous!
Details below ~ (more…)
Old School
Grady Echegaray ~ January 12, 2011
A walk in the park is old school.
A hat from Ookami Ningen is old school.
A pendant from Handmaidens is old school
A pair of boots from Last Call is old school.
If you aren’t old school now… *smiles
…just wait awhile.
Details below ~
Special Snowflakes
Grady Echegaray ~ December 14, 2010
What a strange dream I had.
A woman came to me in the snow, and she asked me…
“What are you doing there in the snow?”
“Sleeping.” I said.
“What a silly thing to do.” She replied.
“I know.” I said. “But I blend in so well.”
“Blending in is all very well…” She told me… “but not in a snowbank.”
“Now come to the party.”
“Ok.” I said.
Details ~
Trois Couleurs: Rouge ~ (for Eshi)
Grady Echegaray ~ (Originally posted at strangepixels.net, September 8th, 2010)
Where…
…is my King?
Where…
…is my Knave?
And where…
…are my fucking tarts?
Details below ~
Trois Couleurs: Blanc ~ (for Juana)
Grady Echegaray ~ (Originally published at strangepixels.net, August 30th, 2010)
Cloud of Cherry-bloom…
tolling twilight bell
Temple
Ueno? Asakura?
Details below ~
I hierd you liek art
Some people inspire.
~ Zorena Deckard ~
~ Mourna Biziou ~
~ Holger Lippmann ~
~ Mimi Oki ~
~ Gabe Lippmann ~
~ Zorena Deckard ~
~ Xenius Revere ~
Details ~
Grady Echegaray
Margaret Mfume
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