Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society. ~Mark Twain

And just for noting's sake, that's a cross dresser from the 1940's or 1950's in the picture named Harvey Lee. Isn't he a stunner?

This set was designed for a drag queen, entirely. The male body would look chic, fabulous and feminine in this ensamble, without the use of painful garters and corsets. If a guy is all about that, fine, but if you want comfort AND femininity, this is the way to go. The blue camisole was selected because of it's straight cut, that is...no waist...and it's length, which is short. This will accentuate the male torso nicely without looking masculine. To hide those big shoulders, one must wear a cute little jacket that fits perfectly at the shoulders without accentuating them. The puff sleeves don't puff until below the shoulder, creating a nice feminine curve. The lovely gloves are to hide those inevitable 'man hands'. And the rest is pretty self explanatory. I love this silouette for a tranny. Statuesque, elegant, and slimming, like an early joan crawford.

Why does society cater to youth? I'm fascinated by this. As I understand it, human beings have a reputation as being the most sophisticated animals on Earth. We can reason, determine right from wrong and, should we so choose, fight baser instincts.

In spite of this, children are the lords of the race. We listen to bad pop music because the kids like it. We watch watered down, intellectually devoid television because the kids can't pay attention to anything better. We walk through the mall and are assaulted by Hannah Montana and Jonas Brothers around every corner with their pearly whites and twinkling eyes because they're child gods.

Aging women get facelifts, butt lifts, shoulder implants, breast implants, tummy tucks in the hopeless attempt to recapture their "youth". Not necessarily because they want to, but because they HAVE to...to keep their jobs or their husbands. Aging, a natural and unavoidable human condition, is considered shameful, "ugly", "unhealthy".

Even my beloved Polyvore has been taken over by these teens and tweens. My 60 year old mother, a polyvorian by the name of Mewsmom, was told by some snot-nosed brat that "she didn't like people who are 60 and have a polyvore". Obviously, 60 year olds are unwelcome in a place of fun and beauty. They belong in a home because they're SIXTY!! OMG, just, lyke, die alredy, beiyatch.

And that's not the most baffling part. Adults make up the majority of the population. Why do we all roll over for these kids? Why don't we insist on quality anymore? Maybe the children of our world wouldn't grow up to be such shits if they had access to some class when they were young. "Barney" has generated some seriously inhuman monsters, that's all I can say.

ANYway...i made this set to magnify the beauty of an older woman who is completely natural and completely, lets face it, OLD...but still dignified and graceful and far more beautiful than Mischa Barton or Paris Hilton or any of those filthy fashionistas.

This is one of my darker sets and I hesitated to even save it because it is so dark...at least to my eye. See, when people think of death it is generally void of light. All of life's depravity sits comfortably in the dark. That's where we want it, and thats where we can visit it when our lust for sin takes over.

But this set is washed in light. The dress is a shimmery gold, the shoes, jewelry and jacket a light silvery grey. The haunting photograph (thank you, fabulon) is LIGHT...pure death...but light. So if you find this image to be unsettling, I think that's why. We're just not used to seeing death in the light of day. It's horrors are too easy and painful to see. Perhaps if we shined a light onto all that lives in the dark, we would not be so quick to revisit from time to time.

Then again...

(excerpt from "Music of the Night")
Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses abandon thier defences ...

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour ...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ...
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...

--Andrew Lloyd Webber "The Phantom of the Opera"

Catwoman is a fictional character associated with DC Comics' Batman franchise and created by Bill Finger and Bob Kane.
The original and most widely known Catwoman, Selina Kyle, first appeared in Batman #1 (Spring 1940) in which she was known as The Cat. As an adversary of Batman, she was a whip-carrying burglar with a taste for high stake thefts. Modern writers have attributed her activities and costumed identity as a response to a history of abuse.
Since the 1990s, Catwoman has been featured in an eponymous series that cast her as an anti-hero rather than a supervillainess. The character has been one of Batman's most enduring love interests, and has occasionally been depicted as his one true love.
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“If there are twelve clowns in a ring, you can jump in the middle and start reciting Shakespeare, but to the audience, you'll just be the thirteenth clown."
Adam Walinsky


“When the heroes go off the stage, the clowns come on”
Heinrich Heine


“This dance was the dance of death. [The clowns] danced it for the wretched of the earth, that they might witness their own wretchedness.”
Angela Carter

“We are in the same tent as the clowns and the freaks-that's show business.”
Edward R. Murrow