The Scavenger's Daughter

I bought these clip-on earrings at my district's bi-annual fleamarket, by the same people who organize the Beer Fest which in August falls on the same day. These have an interesting shape and a nice, powerful color! Plus, these go with my jacket, which I put back on at 4AM just to take this picture:

Which I then used to play around with Picasa. It was worse before that and for some reason the RAW is corrupt!

Someday I watched the Metropolitan Museum of Art live stream of the Schiaparelli/Prada: Impossible Conversations gala opening and made screen caps (scroll down, in case it's any use to anybody.)
The live stream was a good idea because I read about the exposition in Beaux-Arts magazine and wouldn't have been able to visit it for obvious reasons, so now I can at least say I saw the opening live stream and somehow it satisfy my mind?
By moments you couldn't hear much because of photographers who yelled stuffs like "Diiiane! Diiiane" so Diane would turn around.
"Somebody walks Deborah down the stairs!"
As it was supposed to give a global view of the thing, both presenters (Elettra Wiedemann et William Norwich) only asked a few questions :
• How did you chose your clothes?
• Is it your first time at a Met Gala?
• Did you know Schiaparelli before?
Plus some bonuses sometimes. There were parts presenting the Met galas, their history and pictures of the galas-of-before, which probably made a great ad. Personally I kind of like hearing about the history of museums, including their galas, the history of stuffs supposed to present history.
Baz Luhrmann's videos seems more interesting after hearing him talking about these.
Also, there were white fabrics everywhere for the lights? I guess.
Now look at Florence Welch's dress:

Screencaps time! (gives an idea of the live stream at best in medium)

This morning I read an article about someone who lives in my city and I told myself: I know this person, I saw them at the Léopard.
Then I felt really lonely. I don't really know anybody interested in the same things that I am now, right now, and don't go at the Station, our LGBTI center, because I got misgendered and am too much of a scaredy-cat to say anything or.
I wrote a long personal text about my gender and stuffs but it's on my Debian partition, long story. I'll post it later 'cause I intend to post more.

Since a few months it is getting warmish and I don't have the energy to do things, I just watch Xena everyday and it makes me feel great.
I "broke" my bike, it spat oil (?) or water mixed to grease (?) according to my mother and I cleaned up the floor with a white, velvet pant.
My mother threw it away. Kudos to me.

That must be the last picture I've got where my hair were really long (ah ah) :


I learned to do bums:


When I cut it first it wasn't a total success:


I have a new hat and I can hide in it.

Wish you the best, people.

Dear english-speaking readers,
There are a lot of things I can't talk about in french because people are assholes who likes to mock other people for fun but DOUBLE-STANDARD you can't, but thankfully people are also not as "elite" (big ole cliché, they don't actualy use that word, just make you feel unwelcome and act like you don't know anything and say you don't know anything and act like they know everything so others don't question their actual knowledge) as they think themselves to be, therefore they don't check the damn english version. They really makes it scary to me to really speak about stuffs that I care about, they ruin everything.
Let's not talk about that, it'll make you sad. I'm going to talk about something else.
Sometimes I feel a weird thing for someone whose blog I'm reading since a long time; I feel great when they post or I hear about them (see older photos that I remember from before, etc.) like when you see your crush entering the piece. Somehow, it's sad: I'll probably never see that person and hang out. If I do, I don't know how I'll talk to them: hi, I read your blog?! "Hey, $name! WANT TO GO SHOPPING WITH ME?!!!" seems a bit stalker-ish.
Anyway, I was thinking about going to the Strasbourg Girl Geek Dinners which is really different from what the GGD are everywhere else, more commercial maybe and less techy & safe space-y (cismen posting really objectifying pictures when posting about it!) but the thematic of this one, Art Connecté, seems great. I'm just sad they don't do stuffs about physical computing and stuffs with the Arduino Lilypad or presentation of non-Apple, etc. stuffs! (Bow down to Susan Kare, though!)
Also 1. It don't seem trans*-friendly and I'm genderfucked right now 2. Assholes out there in computing circles would take me less seriously, probably, if I go there?
One of these days I'll blow about all the (cis)sexism in french geek circles and how it is a really violent thing and how when I was 11 and living in a place where verbal violence was sort of common (though stil new to me, so I thought that was how REAL life is!) and being autistic I didn't know how to really have conversations with people I thought it was the way to talk, really, but apparently when you're an 11-years-old girl it's being impolite while when you're a mid-twenties man it's HUMOR and don't be so POLITICALLY CORRECT and ARE YOU ON YOUR PERIODS? Argh. So much of this shit to unlock.
We should just check out Rookie Mag, Geek Feminism and Smart Girls at the Party to feel better!

I really don't feel like blogging in french at all. Should change where I host my blog as this one requires me to be bilingual and I don't know whether I'm bilingual enough?
Once I took a bath (well, not a bath) I'll cut my hair. Not to pass but because I feel ready. Not the haircut I thought about for passing. Because of changes and how I once read about how Coco Chanel cut her hair? I don't remember and I'm tired I didn't sleep because I'm too frigging unclean to sleep in my bed. Go!
P. -S.: Also, visit His Black Dress, he's amazing!

So, if Sunday you're free, why don't you come with me and we'll poison pigeons in the park? By the way, I'm back and will try to post more often.
Recently, I made (with other people) and read zines. I read GQ Tales & Mend my Dress. I cut out some pages to pin them on my well, those of Confidence, what a cliché. BELIEVE ME when I tell you I just pinned those because my wall lacked something and it was pretty!
It's nice, if something written in it offend/bother/whatever me I can strike or glue paper on it with something else written on. I could with professional magazines, but the paper is different and it's just not the same, not as personal, not as authentic.
In the last Worn, apart from an article on some really inspiring person with an almost all-handmade wardrobe who also made some kind of "sewing space" (edit: I checked, that's Karyn Valino!), there is an article on gender identity and it's not binary-centered! It's also not from an historical point-of-view, like Sexing La Mode; it all makes me happy and Erika Neilly, who contribute to Worn and was interviewed for the article and took pictures, have other projects on gender identity! I already saw A Study of Underwear somewhere else and didn't even knew it was from her!

I recently found back my old Polaroid, but it's a Joycam and its photographic films aren't produced anymore since a looong time. I just need to find someone to manipulate with my mind so that they buy me a Polaroid 636 and films from The Impossible Project. (I thought about trying to make Polaroid films myself, but I saw a video and it seems so complicated and expensive and maybe dangerous; plus, my Joycam's battery seemed to have been in the films like in some other polaroids if I understand well.)


Everything from Le Léopard friperie except white blouse (La Redoute), skirt (bought at the Halle aux Vêtements in 2008), denim jacket (gift), velvet/denim thingy (bis) and gangar (childhood thing.)
Stuffs I wanted to share: Feminism for real by Jessica Yee, Hacking Couture, Counterfeit Chic (interesting articles as I don't read stuffs from that point of view very often), see links from Counterfeit Crochet.

25 February :

I went to Emmaüs (sort-of a french Goodwill, you buy and give stuffs and money goes to poor people) and bought old Anna and Fait Main from 1982-1996, The Voyage of the Space Beagle, other books, yarn and a necklace that makes me think about archeology. I made a bat barrette in felt and thought about making a necklace representing a bat's anatomy or that of other animals in wood, plasticine or something else? (not the complete skeletton, parts of it and [group of] bones... I get what I'm saying!) A small articulated bat with fake fur and interlining. (I've more ideas totally unrelated to bats and more related to wearable computing and the like, but I have to do some searches first.)
I could make the bones in wood and organs in plasticine.


Last year, same month, I wanted to volunteer for SPFEM's chiroptera group, but it was both too early and too late and I didn't think about it anymore because I never thought about going to the reunions.
I almost bough boots, but these were pink and I thought I couldn't wear pink boots because of all the things associated with pink; since then, I can't stop thinking about those boots and with what they could be worn!
P. S. : I REALLY LOVE BATS!
P. P. -S : Does anyone knows whether Anne Fausto-Sterling is a gread read?

This will be a filler post, oh my! I'm not even supposed to be on that computer. (I sneaked there to rant and rejoice on What is Gender)

For Amber who asked, Klimt & Fashion by Christian Brandstätter is a book about Klimt and fashion (!), the influence he (or his companion Emilie Flöge) had on fashion and, I supposed, Vienna's Modereform. Probably it's also about stuffs after his death, a bit in the end, exposition which were recent when the book was published — in 1998, or it could have been about his influence on Oscar de La Renta in 2008 or about customized shoes (design based on Three Age of Woman, I think it's nice in itself but something got lost regarding the inspiration.)
Next, my skull!
Sorry, too tired to translate the alt-texts :/

Here is a lock :

Also, special bonus to my english speakers, as I'm not out as genderfluid to some of my french readers: I just got my VERY FIRST BINDER. Oh yeah! It's size M Short Velcro Binder from Love Boat Shop, the one that was sold with a packer trunk thingie which I'll give to that one folk from the LGBT community center I guess. So, I think it's a bit large under the binding textile used (am I clear?) and it comes higher than expected (I mean, the collar is just under my neckbones)
I think my bust is 87cm wide, by the way. It works well, though I'm between A and B cups I guess (85A and 85B are sizes I own, it might be 32A and 32B in America.) (I also got No Brand stickers with it, both to advertise and to keep cleaning and washing informations)
I was so happy while wearing it for the first time, though I can still feel my flattened "chest flesh" if I touch my torso firmly with one hand, but it works wonder, though there is a slight "bump" if you look close but it doesn't look like breasts. A large tee or a slim fit tee + a shirt and you don't see anything, less not talk about under a sweater. I hope I don't sound weird.
I'm just scared of feeling heavier dysphoria without it after wearing it for a long time... I'll show it to you next time!