This photo I took, called importantly "Cat Head 1" (completely unretouched in one of my other dimensions of existence), addresses a photo of Ms. Dunham balancing a bird on her head, wearing an incredible feather-featured dress. The photo's location, Ms. Dunham's body parts, and even the bird have all been shuffled to create a striking final image. I don't care HOW they did it; I enjoy looking at the final result. And importantly, Ms. Dunham enjoys the final result as well. (I've included links for them below)
Look at my heeled runners! Bwa-ha-ha.
- thrifted vintage pink and gold lurex brocade mini shift, I fixed the zipper last night. There are two invisble pockets in the front. Dreamy!
- black jeggings
- thrifted rubber-soled high-heel running-type shoes with metallic gold & black patterned canvas upper
- thrifted black long-sleeved top under the dress
- shaggy coat made from the rare green swamp-dwelling mountain goat of Iceland
- performance-enhancing bright pink lipstick
- magic loupe and magic bracelet, latter seen below, hardly, made for me by O
That's another photo of me, again, unretouched in another dimension. This photo shows that the dress is sleeveless - that's all. I am certain it will spark a furious debate in that existence as well.
I'm linking to Patti's marvelous Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style. I've been working, taking breaks only long enough to stuff food in my face, skip to the loo, and sleep. The momentum has slowed but my mind hasn't adjusted yet. I'm hoping for a soft landing.
So how about you, tea or coffee? Lurex, curiously, has the sustaining qualities of caffeine.
I'll spare you my singing. Below are the new lyrics to that tired famous song. You can watch Barbra Streisand sing it on YouTube (can't stand to put the video here with the real lyrics).
He Retouched Me
He retouched me, he put his mouse on me
And he retouched me
I felt a sudden squinch when he retouched me
A sparkle, a glow
He KNEW it,
He smiled but didn't tell me so all through it
He knew it - I KNOW
He's unreal and the world is online and thriving
I feel such a wonderful drive to advertisin'
He retouched me
I simply have to face the fact
He retouched me
Control myself and try to act
as if I remember my name
But he retouched me, he retouched me
And suddenly nothing is the same
Because he retouched me, he retouched me
And suddenly nothing, nothing, nothing is the same!
(You'd be surprised how few changes I made to these lyrics)