Uno: Fully Articulated "We are created from music, photography, literature and the almighty source code."

30Nov/0417

Mistula : Second Coming

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And it is done. Now I shall rest. But NO, today is Monday! AUGH!
Behold the much-delayed Mistula : Second Coming.

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23Nov/0417

No Refrain.

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Super Dollfies are strange, Joey thinks, because she realized we were created to be photographed. She used to be a student of Sculpture, and has subscribed to the traditional knowledge that three-dimensional figures are best viewed in their actual form. That was until she had me. She is fascinated by how I come alive in photos – how the skin appears preternatural, or how the subtlest movement of light and shadow change the expression. She wonders: Why would a sculptor make a three-dimensional form that is better appreciated in 2D? To this day, the Japanese still surprise her with their bizaare ideas.

I am rambling because this is my third tedious shoot for Mistula‘s Second Coming, the upcoming web update for the next song release. Joey blames me for the much delayed installment, saying my pictures are not coming out the way she wants them. She rants that I am too stiff, my expression is frozen, I lack warmth. After her initial awe, she is now demanding too much of me. I think humans are stranger than Super Dollfies.

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19Nov/0418

Facing the Dollmaster.

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After my sad parting with Tsukisou, Joey and Rey decided to cheer me up by taking me to see the Korean movie Dollmaster. They thought I would enjoy the movie, since it features the Customhouse fellows St. Mina and St. Demian, who I also met in Domuya.

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17Nov/0415

The Djinn Cosplay Contest

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Good day, ladies and gentlemen! I am your show host, Joey, and with me today
is my guest co-host, Tangled Web’s …


… Mae!


Together, we bring you The Djinn Cosplay Contest!

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13Nov/0411

The credits roll.

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What will we be without them? For all of you who made me want to live in Domuya,
thank you from the bottom of my imaginary heart.

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