Someone over at Dior thought Victoire de Castellane’s new flower and insect-heavy jewelry collection needed it’s own island inside Second Life. I made a visit, filmed it, and set it to Philip Glass, resulting in overly dramatic virtual home movie.

Despite barely having a handle on my real life, last night I joined Second Life, the online simulated world. After shopping at the adidas store, and lurking in the “gay forest” watching a winged bear bothering some deer, I ran into an author I once sat next to at a book signing, then somehow ended up at a pirate-themed bar chatting with a guy from SanFrancisco. Which, now that I think of it, is basically a normal day in my real life - even the winged bear part.

If you haven’t joined Second life I highly recommend it. It’s more fun than the standard online chat room. And it’s not a “game” so you’re not required to do anything.
(I know the hair is not a faithful rendering of my own, but I’m working on it.)