Patio Door Window Treatments

Ally Aeon @ Tanalois

Due post in una sera, rischio il collasso psicologico... In effetti un pochino le manine (25 cm dalla punta del mignolo alla punta del pollice n.d.a.) mi tremano.

Sono salito a quota 700 e l'ossigeno un po' scarseggia e il mio avatar subisce, ancora, gli effetti nefasti della mia conduzione e si trova proiettato nel bailame di un altro opening, lo vedo un pochino sofferente, ma io lo ignoro.

Passo in rassegna le fotografie di Ally e rimango un poco interdetto dall'analogia con Abso.

Ritrovo qui un altro pezzo della realtà virtuale di SL.

Trovo dei ritratti intensi e profumati di tutto questo mondo, e ne riconosco il profilo tratteggiato nel quale si passa dall'estate winter, day and night, meaning even the emotional differences that are "haves".

Well, what I see in the work of Ally, is summarized well designed and well made, of all possible environments of SL.

beautiful colors that will complement the scene and make full and intense than in the overall arrangement and its perfect accord.

I think it's nice to see an exhibition to be able to gather and review all aspects ranging from the most distant from those closest to us.

Al prossimo post.

Coleslaw Mix With Pasta And Slaw Dressing

Abso Saltkis @ Tanalois

Ormai sono diventato una specie di ectoplasma digitale, mi manifesto a giorni alterni ed in stretta correlazione con l'umidità dell'aria....

Sono cotto e rosolato come la famosa quaglia dell'altrettanto famosa attrice (Luciana Littizzatto n.d.a.) della ancor più famosa catena di super mercati (la Coop n.d.a.).

Il sole, per fortuna, non ci abbandona un attimo anche se sembra avere preso un po' troppo sul serio la faccenda delle ondate di calore che, non capisco perché, sembrano sciabordare ancor più impetuose e impietose proprio quando esco di casa io.

Passeggio placidamente per la land, talmente placidamente da rasentare lo listless. But a little voice

bothering me, or rather, I realize that the voice is a Director of Mega IM galactic Aloisio Congrejo which reminds me that are behind a post / review ... Then click the mystical crisis and the avatar takes the shape of the Director of the Archangel Gabriel, scene fantozziana memory ... Dismayed as never before started a frantic race against the clock to churn out as soon as possible, a post that can sum up an evening to which I was unable to attend.

I quickly push beyond the threshold of the exhibition of Abso Zlatkis and I can not help but rhyme baffled by the stage presence of faces.

I do not mind anything. The concentration

hitch like water on a slope, towards those looks so intense and magnetic.

The centrality of the proportions, and proportions in the central ... We know now that I think still in the grip of "visions", but it is not.

I move upstairs and wonder, if possible, increased when I discovered this wonderful idea to put the game face of the avatar body-inserted into the cover of "Vogue" and "Men's health". A true stroke of genius.

A different kind of contextualization, which also tells us a bit ', if you will, the intention to be lowered in his own time, not alien to the canons of our time.

Under this view, or point of view, everything is very clear, very clear.

seems a better chain of our aesthetic that, in one way or another, we have been inculcated and offered in a thousand sauces and in many ways and to me that in all sincerity, reads like a summation.

are nearing the end of my tour guided by my imagination, when another voice falls on my mind ... Oh dear ...

Completely panicked and almost precipitous watch the IM will not fall again into a trance. Fortunately, it suggests to me that Tani, like any good CEO, if that does not mean good music played by the same Abso, fired me, and I trusted them to them in full and transmit a copy to the original: "He also played excellent music. Proper and perfect ear."

the next post.

Jenna Haze Got Dick Shirt

Maxsyd Mandel @ Tanalois

recently are not very fit, but ... They are rather weak and fatigued.

The sun beats down hard and it looks like from up there and feel the copious and verbose services follow the news on what is hot these days and what could be ... I trust in the post-industrial ennui in which messages, designed to create new needs, they become paranoid and we wear out in pursuit of throwing a no-self rather ridiculous and violent.

I light a cigarette because smoking kills "is the only thought that goes through my head and I care little step beyond, and back body and soul in the heat of the sun continues to topple him.

television now speaks of everything alone, we had a fight at all, the day he stopped to show me the vicissitudes of the "insane" (I do not want to be an actor, but who invented it) that it go for a stroll on the Emilian plain, shouting "E 'marinoooooo arrived!" because it deprived me of the equally stupid rebellion I had left to answer "Who fregaaa! The marine us there we have it all year and that ham, now produce in the lab! Other than aging."

Meanwhile all this convoluted meningitis (or rather what is left of my brains) my most intolerant and made sure way to find refuge in my digital alter-ego.

Puuiki is quiet and does not appear on the radar no one, except my yellow ball which seems to indicate an avatar plagued jaundice.

I realize that I bruised the fool again, yielding to sleep walking and jumping like the opening of the exhibition of Maxsyd Mandel ... Kaji poor, defenseless target for all my iniquities and biological ... I confess ... still sleepy despite the many hours of sleep (very refreshing) I make two steps, languidly, with muffled step from noob I wander to the land. I

appears before a number di fotografie, non mi soffermo a contarle, sarebbe superfluo, ma mi soffermo a soppesare quello che mi piace. Mi scuso con chi mi reputa un buonista, o una fatina buona del cazzo ma mi riesce di vedere solo il lato che piace a me. Le critiche e le silurate le lescio ad altri.

Faccio la tara su di me e comincio a vedere una bella, bellissima profondità di campo. Come un bel respirone di pancia, fluido e potente.

E sento già il campo pulito dagli "spiattellamenti".

Oltre la fotografia, dentro la fotografia, ci vedo un gran bel ritratto di una realtà che, a prescindere dal luogo geografico in cui è stata scattata, è tutta italiana. Un po' Santa e un po' Puttana. Sullo stesso piano, sullo same level.

Sensualtà of forms, the beauty all around, a waft of perfume and smells of our campaigns, sounds and real words, old age and youth, the best portrait of a country that would not forget, proud of its past but is not able at times to make it emerge. What I see is the shining example of interpreting and translating by 'the Italian vulgate poetic and true.

the next post.

Hole In The Wall Of The Throat

Redmoon Balut @ Tanalois

The heat is terrible down here in the southern coast, the warm and humid there is never a habit. As usual

lodges in SL and I realize that I was going to make a fool of epic, the kind that even a flogging in the square were to erase the shame caused ... I was going to forget about 'opening of Redmoon ...

As I said, in the vicinity of my home, even inside my house, the humidity has taken up residence and the stifling heat is slightly damped by the fan who now is also prey to the heat.

I wander silent for the show and I am immediately struck by the image composition, extremely varied and exploratory.

In this exhibition dedicated to eros and the feminine sphere, are the masters of nude images, strong images and challenging. The shades of red, across its range, and in all its fullness, surrounding a solid content of faces, not round need emphasis if not in those suspended in the poems composed by Redmoon same.

I am slightly displaced in having to go "on the edge of the word" pictures of Redmoon because they are constantly hovering between the serious and appropriate and dirty and misunderstanding.

Let me explain.

E 'difficult in today's world, discerning in a way made a bare end in itself, leading to a nude message, an impression, a way of being.

What I read in the images of sensuality Redmoon is a fair way to be attractive while not selling out, a way to weigh an important physical without falling into cafonaggine.

Just a little, maybe, just un pizzico di saturazione, un pizzico buio in più; un tono blu per raffreddare la situazione per poi smentirsi con una linea verticale a ricordare il vero obiettivo: la maschilità quasi vile, che sta di sfondo, persa nella luce ambientale.

Dicevo prima della non necessità di sottolineature, della non necessità di rimarcare in modo pesante la rappresentazione dell'universo non tanto femminile, ma dell'universo "femmina" (concedetemi questa licenza) al quale un po' tutti noi apparteniamo a volte inconsapevolmente.

Sono delle non necessità che si avvertono quando l'immagine sembra finita, quando ciò che vediamo ci racconta precisamente quello che il nostro occhio vede: piacere, sofferenza, dissimulazioni, suffering in pretense, pride of being female, awareness of body and soul.

the next post.

PS: eight live shows in the poems composed by Redmoon that will follow the show on his travels.