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rachelmanija Sep. 4th, 2007 10:37 am)
rachelmanija Sep. 4th, 2007 10:37 am)The Harajuku outfit-- revealed!!!
1. A very tight black pleather (but high-quality pleather) lace-up corset with straps.
This gives the illusion that I have, not merely breasts, but BREASTS, and led to incidents like "May I take your photo again? You're very..." gaze drops, jerks back up... "boobalicious photogenic." And also a plaintive request to button my coat so we could have an actual conversation, as the guy I was speaking to confessed that he kept getting distracted.
2. A floor-length black coat with pleather (again, high-quality) elements, and at least eight large shiny buckles. Plus lots of straps and snaps and a slightly batlike collar. Picture Vash the Stampede's coat in black, basically, but sleeveless. If I walked quickly, it swept out behind me in perfect bishounen or Matrix or swashbuckling fashion.
3. Vanbraces! These are forearm sleeves with three large shiny buckles each and a thin black strap connecting them to the shoulders of the coat-- somewhat like Lust in FMA.
The rest of the outfit, being cobbled together from what I already had with me, consisted of black cotton pants, black hiking sandals, and black fuzzy socks to make said sandals look like regular shoes to a casual glance.
Stephanie put my hair up into a chignon, assisted by a French twist, two different types of black hairpins, hair clay, and gel. I wore a bit of face powder, red lipstick, and fire engine (Stephanie corrects, "fuck me") red nail polish.
The most remarkable thing about this get-up was not the attention it received, but how wearing it made me feel even before men started dropping at my feet and rushing up with cameras. The corset reminded me to use the perfect posture that my physical therapist is always nagging me about (my natural posture is something of an L-like slouch), the coat dragged on the floor unless I walked quickly and very erect, and the whole thing made me feel cool, elegant, sexy, and tall. Yes, tall!
Quite amazing. It was the first time I'd ever worn a costume (I have acted a bit, but only in contemporary plays) and I suddenly realized what actors mean by "getting into character."
It better not get lost in shipping.
1. A very tight black pleather (but high-quality pleather) lace-up corset with straps.
This gives the illusion that I have, not merely breasts, but BREASTS, and led to incidents like "May I take your photo again? You're very..." gaze drops, jerks back up... "
2. A floor-length black coat with pleather (again, high-quality) elements, and at least eight large shiny buckles. Plus lots of straps and snaps and a slightly batlike collar. Picture Vash the Stampede's coat in black, basically, but sleeveless. If I walked quickly, it swept out behind me in perfect bishounen or Matrix or swashbuckling fashion.
3. Vanbraces! These are forearm sleeves with three large shiny buckles each and a thin black strap connecting them to the shoulders of the coat-- somewhat like Lust in FMA.
The rest of the outfit, being cobbled together from what I already had with me, consisted of black cotton pants, black hiking sandals, and black fuzzy socks to make said sandals look like regular shoes to a casual glance.
Stephanie put my hair up into a chignon, assisted by a French twist, two different types of black hairpins, hair clay, and gel. I wore a bit of face powder, red lipstick, and fire engine (Stephanie corrects, "fuck me") red nail polish.
The most remarkable thing about this get-up was not the attention it received, but how wearing it made me feel even before men started dropping at my feet and rushing up with cameras. The corset reminded me to use the perfect posture that my physical therapist is always nagging me about (my natural posture is something of an L-like slouch), the coat dragged on the floor unless I walked quickly and very erect, and the whole thing made me feel cool, elegant, sexy, and tall. Yes, tall!
Quite amazing. It was the first time I'd ever worn a costume (I have acted a bit, but only in contemporary plays) and I suddenly realized what actors mean by "getting into character."
It better not get lost in shipping.
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