VOGOFF Magazine by Miz Bagg

Letter from VOGOFF Editor in Chief, Miz Bagg:

Dahlings,
I know the universe hangs on my every blurt so I have decided to immortalize myself as Editor in Chief of this magazine, the highly prestigious, internationally-acclaimed, Pewlister Prize-winning VOGOFF (pronounced voggoff or vhog-off). Please reserve your applause until the end. (Come now, get ahold of yourselves. Have a little dignity and humility - like me.)

Of course I, Miz Bagg, am the queen of everything about beauty, fashion, makeup, grace, real good manners, and such-like, and I am an incredibly word-ly person, as you no doubt observed in my writing in my How-to Guide to Posing, Part 1 on 8-track cassette. (Thanks for your support. Of course you bought it.) So my beauty is not only gobsmacking - my intelligence and that stuff are also big gob-droppings of smartness.

This first issue features only photos of moi, Miz Bagg, of course, but I may allow the little people to contribute later on when I'm busy doing something way better. In this issue I am pleased to unveil to you the hottest thing since Yanni - the mashed potato fashion accessory specially designed by iqi (pronounced icky). Unless you've been living in Uranus, you'll know that kitchen tools are hot.

And who can help dancing uncontrollably when opening a container of yogurt or spraying air freshener or whipping out a duster or mopping the floor? Well, lucky you's - inside this issue are a few new dance steps you can try when cleaning and eating. They are perfect for tightening up those pesky fleshy pads on your hand between your thumb and index finger.

Plus, as a special feature: "Are we addicted to our uprights?" With a quiz! I too am not immune to the sight of a hard upright vacuum, all beastie thrumming with unkempt hair inside, which is only natural for a feminine creature such as mine self, but here I share with you not only my secrets for hiding these naughty little liaisons from your partner, but also ancient mystical monk moves for upping your upright's suction power by 73.5 percent. Therapists are on standby in case you fail the stupid quiz. You loser.

Miz Bagg caught in an unguarded moment following the upright shoot. Photo courtesy of Takenzeepiss 2012

Okay, I'm off now to consult with all those high-power smiling advertising people in New York to teach them a hot dance for their new and exciting anti-fungal soap. They keep begging and begging me to be in their global network ad campaigns (it's rather embarrassing) and I keep telling them to feck off, I'm far more valuable in my role as guru and goddess. Then I'm off to consult on ballerina costumes for some female products.

I know it's a an exciting life, but I, Miz Bagg, am the only one to lead it, as I shall and can. Tra-la-tra-la. Ooh, my upright needs attention.

Till the next unbelievably fabulous issue, hugs and kisses, but don't wreck my lipstick!!! (Oh, you fecking bi-otch)

Miz Bagg XOXOXO


(The Real Writer's Notes)
In the next issue, probably December: The Implications of Hot Flashes. Are peri/menopausal women with hot flashes responsible for global warming or is it bovine flatulence? What would happen if power companies could wire hot flashes into the Smart Grid. Would we have to call it the Smarter Grid?

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The Real Real Writer's Notes

I watched part of the recent silent movie, The Artist, a few nights ago and another movie from 1932 last night in which the lead platinum blond delivered this great line: "I'm as exciting as an ironing board." On top of that, I had a little correspondence with Curtise from The Secondhand Years about kitchen utensils... So Miz Bagg was sequestered in a photo shoot last night not knowing what would result.

I'm so happy this "magazine" popped out. I had been mulling the idea for quite a while and suddenly there it was - my perfect inaugural cover. If any of you want to contribute a little piece to a future issue, maybe next month, let me know, ultra-Vogue on drugs with cool photos.

About the outfit

• black satin ball gown above, last worn here 
• bunch of jewellery I dug out of my box, including beads from the Pride Parade and a few pieces that someone had left in our garbage room for the taking - I'm such a discriminating shopper
• canary diamond ring from the local dollar store. 

I haven't been commenting much but I have been lurking. Sometimes I have to pull back to keep the fun and spontaneity alive. I think you know what I mean...

I hope you're all having a FANTASTIC week.

EDIT:
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Opera gown dressed down

I was thwarted from wearing this outfit yesterday due to snow(!) and rain, but today, joy, the sun was shining, it was warm, and there was just enough wind to make my dress billow around fabulously! - without getting all tangled.

A beautiful long black satin dress had been hanging forlorn in my closet since the one time I wore it, to the opera, The Rake's Progress, years ago. Considering how many beautiful maxi dresss and skirts in the blogging world I've seen, I decided, why not my gown for day wear? The trick would be how to dress it down enough that I wouldn't be mistaken for Delta Dawn or Madame Bijoux.

This is what I came up with.

Details of the outfit:

• thrifted black satin gown, princess cut with full skirt, cap sleeves, and a rounded square neck. I think it was home-made because there are no labels, I'm thinking maybe sewn for someone who played in an orchestra
• long-sleeved slate-grey cotton T-shirt under a mid-thigh-length, oversized black T 
• thrifted denim jacket with bits of glitter on it, and thrifted shoes
• pendant O made me

This is me twirling.

I felt so wonderful in this dress as the wind blew the satin around my legs. Good energy all around. Wearing this outfit was a challenge - I felt like it pushed the envelope - but I'm so glad I did it. Why did I wait so long? I guess I never thought I could wear my opera dress to the coffee shop. Silly me!!

This is the sketch I did today of how I felt in this dress. It's a big tighter stylistically than usual but I felt all cozy and wrapped up and satiny.

With my mind on classical music, a friend plays in the orchestra and I recently attended an evening of new music. They played a piece called Vento d'ombra, wind of the shadow, by Salvatore Sciarrino. Wow, incredible! It reminded me a bit of the Japanese wind instrument, the shakuhachi. I've included a YouTube clip of the piece below. It sounds much better live though.

That's all. Have a great weekend, all! This post might sound all la-tee-da, but that's not me. I just like sensory explosions of all kinds.