#elda natali

[strapskinkstories]

Bound by Darkness

Natalie struggled, her eyes wide with surprise. Elda rose from her chair, her body frail but her movements swift. She grabbed a length of rope from a nearby drawer, her intentions clear. Natalie gasped, her struggles increasing as she realized what they planned. With practiced ease, Mira and Elda worked together, binding Natalie's wrists and ankles, hogtying her on the dining room floor. Natalie's breath hitched, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. This wasn't what she had expected, but her body responded nonetheless. Elda disappeared briefly, returning with a black hood. It was a breathplay hood designed to restrict airflow. Natalie's eyes widened, a surge of panic rising within her. She shook her head vigorously, her muffled protests falling on deaf ears. The hood was secured over her head, plunging her into darkness. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and the limited airflow made her lungs burn. She could hear Elda's cackle, the sound sinister and chilling. Suddenly, something vile and putrid was stuffed into the hood, blocking the small breathing hole. Natalie gagged, the smell of Elda's 70-year-old disgusting socks filling her nostrils. The slimy, sludgy sweat from the socks made her stomach churn, her struggles becoming more desperate. Elda's laugh echoed in her ears, the sound distant and warped. Natalie could feel her consciousness slipping, her body's need for oxygen becoming overwhelming. She thrashed against her binds, her muffled cries echoing in the hood. As her struggles began to weaken, a dark thought crossed her mind. What if this was how it ended? Trussed up like an animal, suffocating on the filth of a depraved old woman. Her body convulsed, a final desperate attempt to draw in air. Just as darkness claimed her, the socks were removed, a rush of precious air filling her lungs. She gasped, her body shaking with relief and exertion. Above her, she could hear Elda and Mira laughing, their voices a chorus of madness. As Natalie lay there, her body drenched in sweat, she realized this was just the beginning. Whatever Elda and Mira had planned, they were clearly far from done with her. But for now, all she could do was lay there, her breath ragged, her future uncertain. And so, the night wore on, the old housekeeping its secrets, the shadows hiding the sins within.

Chapter 2: The Stench of Submission Natalie's reprieve was short-lived. Just as she began to catch her breath, Elda's gnarled hands pulled the hood off, a cruel smile on her lips. "You're not off the hook yet, dear," she cackled. Natalie's vision swam, her body still recovering from the initial assault. She watched in horror as Elda stretched her other sock, which she'd been wearing all day, over Natalie's head. The stench was overpowering, a putrid mix of sweat, dirt, and something uniquely Elda. Natalie gagged, her stomach roiling as Elda secured the hood back over her head, plunging her back into darkness. The sock was pressed firmly against her nose and mouth, the vile taste seeping into her pores. She could feel the bile rising in her throat, her body desperately trying to reject the offensive material. Meanwhile, Mira had been busy, her nimble fingers working with a new length of rope. She tied one end securely around Natalie's ankles were then threaded through a loop at the back of her neck. Natalie, still disoriented, barely noticed until it was too late. As she struggled, trying to escape the suffocating stench, the rope tightened around her neck. She gagged, and her air supply abruptly cut off. Panic surged through her, her body convulsing as it fought for survival. Elda watched, her eyes gleaming with a sickening delight. "That's it, dear," she cooed, "Struggle. Fight. It's so much sweeter when you do." Natalie's struggles intensified, her need for air overwhelming. Each time she moved, the rope tightened, choking her further. Her world became a dark, stinking void, her consciousness flickering like a dying lightbulb. She passed out for the first time, her body going limp. But Elda and Mira weren't done. They waited, patient as vultures, for her to stir again. When she did, the cycle repeated. Natalie would struggle, the rope would tighten, and she'd pass out, only to awaken and do it all over again. Each time she woke, the stench seemed more muscular, more putrid. It clung to her, seeping into her very being. She could feel it, taste it, even after she passed out. It was a never- ending nightmare, her body trapped in a cycle of torment. Elda's laughter echoed in her ears, a distant, warped sound. "You're ours now, Natalie," she heard her say. "Every breath you take, every struggle, every moment of pain... it's all ours." And so, the night wore on. Natalie's world narrowed to the stench, the rope, and the darkness. Her body was no longer her own; her will was no longer her own. She was a puppet, her strings pulled by Elda and Mira, tormenting their amusement. And all she could do was endure, her future a dark, stinking abyss.

Chapter 3: The Jacket's Embrace The night was a blur of pain and stench, Natalie's world a never-ending cycle of suffering. Elda and Mira had long since left her, their laughter echoing in her mind, a haunting melody that kept time with her torment. Natalie was barely conscious as the first light of dawn filtered through the cracks in the walls. Her body was a map of bruises and welts, her spirit a flickering flame. She had long since stopped struggling, her body preserving what little energy it had left. The creak of the door jarred her, sending a fresh wave of fear coursing through her veins. Elda shuffled in and pulled the hood off of Natalie. Her gnarled form was cloaked in a thick, heavy leather jacket. The jacket was ancient, its once-black surface now a patchwork of creases and cracks, its color faded to a dull, grimy grey. Elda approached Natalie, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Morning, dear," she rasped, a cruel smile twisting her lips. She grabbed Natalie by the hair, forcing her head up. "I've got a job for you," she said, thrusting the jacket towards Natalie's face. Natalie gagged as her face was pressed into the armpit of the jacket. The stench was overpowering, a putrid mix of old sweat, decay, and something uniquely Elda. It was a smell that spoke of years of neglect, grime, and filth allowed to fester and grow. "Lick it clean," Elda commanded, her voice a harsh rasp. Natalie hesitated, her stomach churning at the thought. Elda's grip tightened, her nails digging into Natalie's scalp. "I said, lick it clean," she snarled. Natalie's tongue tentatively flicked out, touching the leather. The taste was revolting, an explosion of bitterness and decay. She gagged, her body convulsing as it tried to reject the offensive material. Elda watched, her eyes gleaming with a sickening delight. But Natalie couldn't do it. Her body rebelled, her stomach heaving as she retched. Elda's face darkened, her anger a palpable thing. "You useless bitch," she spat. "If you can't do it willingly, I'll make you." She released Natalie, her hands tracing a complex pattern in the air. A cold wind swept through the room, a chill that seemed to seep into Natalie's very bones. She shrank, her body dwindling until she was no larger than a doll. Elda picked her up, her fingers cruelly tight around Natalie's tiny body. She threaded a needle, her eyes never leaving Natalie's face. "If you don't clean it, you'll live in it," she said, her voice a low growl. She pressed Natalie into the armpit of the jacket, her fingers working the needle through the thick leather. Natalie screamed, her tiny fists beating against Elda's hands. But it was no use. She was too small, too weak. The leather closed around her, a dark, stinking embrace. She could barely move, her body pressed tightly against the putrid material. The stench was overpowering, her world a dark, choking void. Elda slipped the jacket on, her cackle echoing in Natalie's ears. "There you go, dear," she said, her voice muffled by the leather. "You're mine now. Mine to wear, mine to use, mine to torment." And so, Natalie's world became a dark, stinking hell. Her body was pressed tightly against the putrid leather, her every breath a struggle against the overpowering stench. She could feel it, taste it, her world a never-ending nightmare of suffering and pain. And all she could do was endure, her future a dark, stinking abyss.

Chapter 4: The Marathon of Misery Elda, the vile old hag, was in a foul mood. Her lips curled into a sneer, her eyes narrowed to slits, she stormed out of the decrepit shack, the heavy leather jacket creaking with each jerky movement. Natalie, trapped within the putrid embrace of the jacket could feel the older woman's agitation; her tiny body jostled with each furious step. The morning air was crisp, and the sun barely whispered in the sky, but Elda was boiling. Her temper was a volcano, ready to erupt at the slightest provocation. She stomped down the dirt path, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body heating up like a furnace. She broke into a run, her gait uneven, her breaths turning into wheezes. The jacket, heavy and stifling, clung to her like a second skin, its leather creaking and groaning with each stride. Natalie pressed against the armpit, was in agony. Each step Elda took sent a wave of rancid sweat washing over her, the stench choking, the heat suffocating. Elda's body was a furnace, her sweat pouring out in rivers, soaking the jacket. Natalie gasped for air, her tiny lungs struggling to draw in breath. The leather, drenched in sweat, pressed against her face, its putrid taste filling her mouth. She gagged, her body convulsing, her mind a blur of pain and panic. The world outside was a blur, the jacket's leather too thick for Natalie to see through. But she could feel the jarring impact of each step and the swaying motion as Elda ran. She could hear the old woman's labored breathing; her curses spat into the air. And she could smell it, the rancid stench of Elda's sweat, the putrid reek of the jacket. Elda pushed herself harder, her body protesting, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She was a woman possessed, her anger a demon driving her forward. She ran until her body was drenched, her clothes soaked, her breath coming in wheezes. Natalie, trapped within the jacket, was slowly suffocating. Her world was a dark, choking void, her body drenched in sweat, her lungs screaming for air. She could feel her consciousness fading, her vision blurring, her body growing numb. Just when Natalie thought she couldn't take it anymore, when her world was a dark, choking abyss, Elda slowed. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body shaking, her steps faltering. She stumbled, her body lurching forward, her hands clutching at the jacket. She came to a stop, her body heaving, her breaths coming in wheezes. Natalie, barely conscious, could feel the older woman's exhaustion, her body shaking, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She could hear the old woman's curses, her rasping breaths, her muttered threats. Elda, her body spent, her anger a simmering ember, turned back towards the shack. Her steps were slow, her body weary, her breaths coming in wheezes. Natalie, trapped within the jacket, could feel her consciousness slipping, her world a dark, choking void. But she was alive. And for now, that was enough.

Chapter 5: The Vacuum of Despair Elda, her breath still coming in ragged gasps, stumbled back into the shack. Her body was drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging to her like a second skin. She peeled off the heavy leather jacket, shivering as the cold air hit her. She didn't even glance at the coat as she crumpled it into a thick rubber bag, her movements jerky and impatient. Natalie, still trapped within the jacket, felt her world shift. The darkness was still absolute, but the leather was no longer pressed against her face. She gasped for air, her lungs screaming for relief. But the respite was short-lived. Elda, her lips curled into a sneer, connected a vacuum to the rubber bag. The machine roared to life, its hum filling the small shack. Natalie could feel the bag tightening around her, the leather jacket pressing against her from all sides. She was being crushed, her body flattening, her lungs struggling to expand. Panic surged through her, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to move, to struggle, but she was held immobile, the leather jacket a straitjacket. She was trapped, her body flattening, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Elda watched, her eyes gleaming with malice. She saw the bag shrinking and saw the form of the woman inside squirming. She smiled, her teeth stained with tobacco, her eyes never leaving the bag. She could imagine the woman's fear, her panic, her desperation. It filled her with a sense of power, of control. Natalie could feel death approaching. Her vision was blurring, her body growing numb. She could hear the vacuum's hum and feel the bag tightening around her. She was being crushed, her life being sucked out of her. She wanted to scream, to cry out, but she couldn't draw in enough air. Just as Natalie thought she couldn't take it anymore, just as she thought death was inevitable, the vacuum stopped. The hum died away; the bag stopped tightening. But Natalie was still trapped, her body flattened, her lungs screaming for air. Elda, her smile wide, her eyes gleaming, disconnected the vacuum. She picked up the bag, her hands clutching it tightly, and threw it into the corner of the shack. She turned away, her body shaking with laughter, her eyes filled with glee. Natalie, trapped in the bag, was barely conscious. Her world was a dark, choking void. But she was alive. For now, that was enough. She didn't know what awaited her, what Elda had planned. But she knew she had to survive, had to escape. She had to find Mira and had to warn her. But for now, she was trapped, her body flattened, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. Her world was a dark, choking void. And she was alone.

Chapter 6: The Crush of Oblivion Her laughter echoed in the small shack; Elda returned to the rubber bag. Natalie was still inside, her body flattened, her breaths coming in weak gasps. Elda's smile was cruel, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic joy. She wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. She reconnected the vacuum, the hum filling the shack once again. Natalie, barely conscious, felt a jolt of panic. She couldn't take much more of this. Her body was already pushed to its limits. But Elda didn't care. She had no mercy left in her. Elda folded the bag, and the leather jacket inside it was crinkling. Natalie could feel herself being folded, her body bending in ways it wasn't meant to. She could hear her joints creaking and feel the strain on her muscles. She wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but she couldn't draw in enough air. Her breath coming in wheezes, Elda folded the bag repeatedly, each fold making it smaller and more compact. Natalie was being crushed, her world narrowing to a dark, painful point. She could feel her consciousness slipping away, her body shutting down. Finally, when the bag was as small as Elda could make it, she sealed it. She left the vacuum running, its hum a constant, ominous presence. Natalie was trapped, her body folded and crushed, her breaths coming in weak, painful gasps. She didn't know how she wasn't dead. She should be. But she clung to life, her will to survive more substantial than her body's urge to give up. Elda, her task complete, stepped back. She looked at the folded, sealed bag, her smile wide, her eyes gleaming. She had done it. She had shown the woman her place. She had shown her who was in control. As Elda turned away, Natalie was alone in her dark, crushed world. She couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything but lie there, her breaths coming in weak gasps, her body aching. She didn't know what awaited her, didn't know if she would ever escape. But she knew she had to hold on. She had to survive. For Mira. For herself. She refused to die like this, trapped and alone. She declined to give Elda the satisfaction. So, she held on, her will to live unbroken, even as her body was crushed in the oblivion of the sealed bag.

Chapter 7: The Vile Comfort of Cruelty Elda shuffled back into the shack, her nasty temper not yet fully satiated. She cackled as she approached the folded, sealed bag, the hum of the vacuum still filling the air. She knew Natalie was still in there, still suffering. The thought brought a twisted smile to her wrinkled face. With a grunt, she disconnected the vacuum. The sudden silence, a stark contrast to the previous hum. She unfolded the bag, her movements slow and deliberate, revealing the crumpled, trembling form of Natalie still encased in the leather jacket. Elda's eyes gleamed with a sickening joy as she looked down at her captive. She hiked up her skirt, squatting down to hover over the jacket. With a laugh, she released her bladder, a stream of urine soaking the armpit of the jacket, seeping into the material and onto Natalie's skin. Natalie weakly squirmed and made muffled noises of disgust at the humiliation, her pain evident as she attempted to move her crushed body. But Elda wasn't done. With a grunt, she shifted, defecating into the jacket smearing it onto Natalie's broken body. The smell filled the shack, pungent and revolting. Elda cackled, her laughter echoing in the small space. She was having the time of her life with this disgusting act. She reached down, pulling the soiled jacket onto her own body, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she felt the warmth and the wetness against her skin. She shivered, a grotesque parody of pleasure. Her vile act was for her erotic satisfaction; she could feel her disgusting panties dampen a little more. Elda shuffled over to her bed, a heated blanket already laid out. She wrapped herself in it, her body shaking with laughter as she listened to Natalie's weak gasps and whimpers. It was music to her ears, a lullaby of suffering. As she closed her eyes, she felt a deep sense of contentment. She had shown Natalie her place and had reveled in her suffering. And now, she could rest, her body warm, her heart filled with cruel satisfaction; she could drift off to sleep with the sound of Natalie's pain ringing in her ears. And so she did, her snores filling the shack, punctuated only by Natalie's weak, agonized gasps. Natalie slowly faded from existence as Elda forgot her just lying trapped, suffering in her armpit

[historiadelamiradaamr]

Sesión 2

1.- Ejemplos diseño industrial:

Verner Panton - "Silla Panton"

Joe Colombo "Sillón Elda"

Eero Arnio - Silla Ball

Lámpara "Arco"

Sistema de almacenamiento Modelo 4966 de Anna Castelli Ferrieri para Kartell

2.- Durante la década de 1960, la sociedad chilena experimentaba profundas transformaciones sociales y culturales ligadas a la creciente visibilidad pública de las mujeres. Parte de aquellas transformaciones fueron presentadas y analizadas bajo un nuevo prisma por la revista Paula, fundada en 1967 por el empresario y fotógrafo Roberto Edwards y la periodista y primera directora, Delia Vergara.

La revista nacía en una época en que las publicaciones dirigidas principalmente a las mujeres como, por ejemplo, Eva (1948-1974), concentraban sus editoriales y artículos en la promoción de la imagen de la "dueña de casa", la "madre abnegada" y la "esposa fiel". Entre fines de la década de 1960 y principios de la de 1970, la representación de la mujer y de la familia en las revistas Eva y Paula daba cuenta de una interesante tensión entre el histórico y tradicional modelo de mujer y los emergentes modelos femeninos modernos.

3.-Natalie Wood

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3goZTfZ5lE&t=13s

4.- Hermanas Carita

Españolas de origen y parisinas de adopción, revolucionaron en los años 40 la cosmética y los tratamientos. Pero no sólo eso, se convirtieron en adalides, tanto en lo profesional como en lo personal, adelantadas a su tiempo. Lucharon desde su condición femenina, en aquellos años, reducida al mínimo en lo referido a derechos y libertades, y fueron capaces de dar origen a un imperio y a un modo de concebir la belleza, que ahora, en el siglo XXI, es conveniente refrescar para devolvernos a sus orígenes. Ambas demostraron que de huir de la guerra civil a conquistar París, sólo hay un paso. Y así han quedado sus vidas y hechos, grabados.

Las hermanas Carita arrasaron en París en los años 40 por su novedoso concepto de belleza global, holístico, exquisito y anclado desde el primer gesto al último, cosmética y maniobra, al lujo. Para las hermanas Carita, estaba claro, si la mujer quería mostrarse y sentirse hermosa no bastaba con lucir un buen corte de pelo sino que era preciso, además, tratarse el rostro y el cuerpo. Triunfaron gracias tanto al concepto como a su capacidad de trabajo y entrega absoluta a su arte y empresa, la belleza; la belleza global, la belleza concebida como un todo. Pero hubo otras razones de peso por las que estas dos hermanas se catapultaron a la fama, caso de su constancia formando equipos a los que transmitían su saber hacer cada minuto y hora de sus largas jornadas. Y no sólo eso, las dos resultaron también conocer al dedillo las reglas principales del marketing, ahora tan en boga. María, la hermana artista y creativa, y Rosy, la mujer de empresa, resultaron ser unas excelentes relaciones públicas y 'la nuit' parisina el mejor marco para llevar a cabo su labor de difusión y prestigio. Los expertos, además, coinciden en resaltar, al igual que las dos personalidades de estas dos hermanas, su original estilo "mitad ciencia, mitad arte". En los negocios no les tembló el pulso para asociarse con las mejores y más sólidas elecciones, como tampoco lo hizo el lápiz a la hora de "formular una cosmética ligera, fluida y moderna", de plena vigencia y con total y absoluta aceptación en el mundo. Cuenta la leyenda que eran temidas, cuando con su lupa colgada al cuello revisaban los maquillajes y peinados de sus equipos.

[igglemouse]

Episode 5 ~ Fear The Enemy

But her dinner plans would soon be interrupted by the man she had come here for. Donald Leitner. He didn’t have time to do anything else, he didn’t have time to say anything, he didn’t have time to let her know that it was him that would be the end of her, he didn’t have time to remind her that this was for his wife, and...unknowingly to him, his daughter, he only had time to pull the trigger because a vampire is most vulnerable when feeding. 

So he pulled the trigger, aiming for the head, and while he was out of shape he never forgot how to shoot, aim, and fire...

Previous - Beginning - Next Episode

[misslacito]

Ralph & Russo Alta Costura Primavera Verano 2020 en la París Fashion Week

Ralph & Russo Alta Costura Primavera Verano 2020 en la París Fashion Week

Tamara Ralph y Michael Russo suben a la pasarela de París toda la dulzura del mundo. La moda hecha algodón de azúcar, y viceversa. Encontramos flores, vestidos llenos de volumen, transparencias, brillos, plumas, capas y lazadas. Todo en tejidos brillantes llenos de luz y color. Además debo sumar los lazos que llevan en el pelo las modelos, no me pueden gustar más. Es una colección que puede ir de…

[randomontheinternet]

Our Life Voiced Names A-Z

I heard some people wanted a list of the voiced names so far, so I took the time to copy down all of the names from A to Z. The names are under the cut to not clutter.

A

Aaron

Aayria

Abby

Ace

Adrienne

Aeon

Aeriie

Aesilng

Aga

Aine

Aisha

Aisling

AJ

Aki

Akira

Akua

Alaina

Alex

Alexis

Alfonzo

Ali

Alice

Alijah

Alison

Alvis

Alyssa

Amanda

Amber

Amelia

Amy

Anaïs

Andra

Andre

Andrew

Andri

Angel

Angela

Angie

Anima

Anita

Anna

Anna-Maria

Anne

Annie

Annika

Anthony

Antoine

Aoife

Arabella

Aram

Ari

Arielle

Arrow

Arthur

Arturo

Arty

Ash

Asher

Ashla

Ashleigh

Ashlyn

Aspen

Asteria

Astrid

Athena

Atticus

Audrey

Aura

Aurora

Austin

Autumn

Ayanna

B

Barbie

Basil

Beach

Beata

Bec

Becky

Bee

Belen

Ben

Bethany

Bia

Blue

Bobbi

Bonnie

Boyd

Braden

Brian

Briana

Brielle

Brittany

Brooke

Brooklyn

Bryony

Bunni

C

Cadence

Cai

Cam

Cami

Cara

Carmine

Casey

Cassidy

Cato

Cecilia

Cecily

Celestia

Cerise

Chance

Chantal

Chara

Charlie

Charmaine

Chelle

Chris

Christie

Christina

Chuck

Ciara

Ciaran

Cillian

Claire

Cléo

Coco

Col

Conny

Cookie

Cora

Cori

Corrina

Cristal

Cristina

Crystal

Cygnus

Cyina

D

Dan

Dani

Dante

Daphne

Dara

Dayton

December

Denny

Deremy

Desiree

Desmond

Destiny

Devyn

Dexter

Diamond

Diana

Diane

Dorothy

Duane

E

Eddie

Eden

Elaine

Elda

Eleanor

Elegance

Elena

Elenus

Elissa

Eliza

Elle

Ellie

Eluned

Elysa

Ember

Emilith

Emily

Emma

Emmy

Enjel

Ennae

Eric

Erica

Erii

Erin

Ester

Eve

Evren

Ezekiel

Ezra

F

Felicia

Felicity

Felix

Fianna

Finist

Finn

Flynn

Francesco

Franklin

G

Gabrielle

Gaby

Gail

Garnet

Gavin

Gemma

Genevieve

Gerry

Gigi

Gin

Giulia

Glen

Grace

Gray

Gwen

H

Haley

Halima

Hana

Hannah

Hanni

Haru

Hazel

Heather

Helena

Héloïse

Hime

Hiyori

Hollis

Holly

Hon

Hunter

I

Ian

Iga

Illidan

Imani

Irene

Iris

Isabel

Ishan

Isla

Isolde

Issa-Kabeer

Ivy

J

J.R.

Jacob

Jade

Jaden

Jaiet

Jake

Jan

Janice

Jas

Jasmine

Jasper

Jatin

Javi

Jax

Jay

Jaycie

Jazz

Jeannie

Jeff

Jemma

Jen

Jennifer

Jenny

Jess

Jesse

Jessica

Jessinia

Jill

Jinx

Joanie

Joanna

Joelle

Johanna

Jordan

Jordanna

Joseph

Josh

Josie

Joy

Juleyma

Juli

Julia

Julianne

Julien

June

Jupiter

Justina

K

Kaden

Kai

Kala

Kaleton

Kalina

Karat

Karen

Kat

Kate

Katelyn

Katrina

Kay

Kel

Kellie

Ken

Kendi

Kenton

Kevin

Kia

Kiara

Kiba

Kie

Kien

Kim

Kimberly

Kimory

Kira

Kirsty

Kisa

Kit

Knox

Kodie

Kozmo

Kra

Kristen

Kyan

L

Laëtitia

Lanz

Laura

Lauren

Lavender

Leaf

Leann

Leina

Leo

Leon

Leslie

Letty

Levi

Lex

Lexi

Lia

Libbi

Lidia

Lilith

Lillian

Lily

Lindsay

Lindt

Linley

Lisette

Liss

Livia

Lotus

Lucy

Luke

Luna

Lyla

Lyric

Lvsander

Lysella

M

Maddy

Madeline

Mae

Maggy

Mahari

Mai

Maia

Mali

Mallory

Malyia

Mandy

Marcel

Marcella

Marcia

Marco

Margaret

Mari

Maria

Marianne

Mariposa

Maris

Marissa

Marlene

Martina

Mary

Mary-Elizabeth

Mason

Matina

Matthew

Maus

Max

Maya

McKenzie

Megan

Mel

Melanie

Melissa

Melly

Melody

Merlin

Mia

Mich

Michael

Michelle

Michiko

Mickie

Mikaela

Mikey

Mimi

Mina

Minette

Mini

Mira

Miranda

Mishal

Missy

Mizuki

Molly

Monica

Mordaine

Morgan

Morgana

Moriah

Morina

Muriel

Mykaela

N

Nakira

Nancie

Natalie

Natasha

Nathaniel

Neelam

Nessa

Nessi

Niamh

Nicole

Nier

Night

Nikki

Nina

Noah

Noe

Noel

Nui

O

Oda

Oliver

Olivia

Ollie

Omar

Onyx

Opal

Ori

Osmond

Oumou

P

Paige

Parvati

Patience

Patrice

Patricia

Patrick

Peter

Philippe

Phoebe

Phoenix

Polly

Priya

Q

Querriana

Quinn

Quinniece

R

Rachel

Rain

Rainie

Ran

Randi

Raphaël

Raven

Rayne-Beau

Rayraye

Rebecca

Reed

Rei

Reina

Rémi

Ren

Revan

Rhiannon

Rhi-Rhi

Rhyne

Rika

Riley

Rini

Riona

Risa

Riven

Riza

Robyn

Rory

Rosa

Rose

Rosetta

Rosie

Rowan

Runa-Lucienne

Ruth

Ryan

Rye

S

Sabrina

Sage

Salem

Sam

Samantha

Sammi

Sandy

Sara

Saro

Sasha

Savannah

Season

Selena

Selkie

Serena

Shaelei

Shakyra

Shay

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Academic Showcase a Great Success!

Congratulations to all of our Academic Showcase participants and award winners! Yesterday’s virtual event was a great success and it could not have happened without the tireless work put in by our students and the Showcase committee! Special thank you to Clint Ross, Dr. Danny Bird, Evan James & Dr. John Henzel for their work in making the event run smoothly! 

The 2021 Academic Showcase Award Winners:

Science Research Presentation

1. Allie Cobb 2. Ethan Hargrove

Research Poster Presentation  1. Ethan Hargrove 2. Lexie Sangkhammee 3. Sydney Nash

Oral - Senior Capstone 1. Sulamaine Bangura Oral - Developing Research 1. Amanda Mazurkiewicz

Music Performance 1. Caleb Mooring

School of Education - Service Learning Projects 1. Allie Sproull, Karis Brown, Sierra Mann, Heather Saaye 2. Natalie Barker,  Mahogany Johnson

Business - Project Based Learning 1. Mark Lewis, Justin Parker, Logan Reese, Dalton Purcell 2. Savannah Brooke Whitaker, Jenna Woodruff, Demetrius Walker 3. Isaiah Foster, Ansley Hart, Will Fraser-Gray, David Hooper Communication Senior Capstone Projects Best Project (Digital Media Production/Sports Communication) 1. Elda Mdemba

Best Presentation 1. Taylor Campbell

Best Project (Organizational Communication) 1. Josiah Coile

Honorable Mention All Around 1. Matthew Hammock

Congratulations, again everyone! If you haven’t already, your cash prize will be available at the Cashier’s Office in the Aaron Building! 

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The Top 10 Most Loved Homes Of 2019!

The Top 10 Most Loved Homes Of 2019!

Homes

by Lucy Feagins, Editor

The entry area to Mardi Ola’s spectacular converted warehouse in South Yarra. Antique cabinet filled with various art pieces: David Bromley ‘Noah’s Ark Bronze Animals’, Gemma Smith acrylic sculpture from Sarah Cottier Gallery, and Vanilla Netto neon from Arc One Gallery. Vintage Soriana sofas purchased on 1st Dibs. Painting by Gemma Smith from Sarah Cottier Gallery. Painting in hallway by Vanilla Netto from Arc One Gallery. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

View of the library. Vintage pendant from 1st Dibs. Jardan ‘Sunny’ sofa. Behruz Studio rug. Joe Columbo ‘Elda’ chair. Curtis Jére ‘Brads’ table lamp. Maria Fernando Cardoso feathered hanging totem from Arc One Gallery. ‘Blow Up’ chair from 2st Dibs. Gemma Smith paintings from Sarah Cottier gallery. Vintage leather dining chairs from 1st Dibs. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

‘This is actually the girls’ homework table – it’s never looked neater!’ Mardi says. Solid oak tripod table by Louella Tuckey. Vintage Japanese glass vessels on table from Made In Japan. Industrial steel doors and windows by Skyrange. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

View into the kitchen. Lacanche range, custom brass rangehood surround. Solid European oak joinery with stone masonry by Hendersons (‘seriously the best laughs ever working with those guys!’ Mardi says), vintage plaster from Geoffrey Hatty. Swing placement by Louella Tuckey – who insisted Mardi needed it in the kitchen. Cappellini ‘Hi-Pad’ stools from Dedece. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A Jaw-Dropping Apartment Is One Of Australia’s First Warehouse Conversions

Everyone is now familiar with the converted warehouse… but this was one of the first examples in Australia! This home of designer Mardi Orla is seriously jaw-dropping, with soaring ceilings and a New-York-In-The-60s vibe. The vintage mushroom collection is NOT TO BE SCROLLED OVER. We can hardly believe this home is in Melbourne!

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Looking through the dining room out to the garden. Lamps in distance by PET Lamp from Safari Living. Washed blue cabinet from Manon bis. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A quiet nook. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Barb in her lush European garden, which she created with the help of local landscaper Gavin Smith. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A Stylish, Sentimental Home In St Kilda

When our art director Annie Portelli gets excited about a home she’s styled for one of our shoots, we sit up and pay attention. Annie was seriously buzzing over the St Kilda home of Barb Hyman and her family. Barb renovated this once derelict grand mansion, into a chic and sprawling terrace of finely crafted luxury.

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The dining room looking out over that beautiful Warrandyte view! Wall hanging, cushion and ottoman by Sage x Clare. Leather chaise, dining table, wooden hand and shell chandelier all found at vintage bazaars. Dining chairs from Instagram account @ccss_tm. Jardan rug found on Gumtree. Lighting by Lights Lights Lights. Swing by Jesse Cleay.  Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Papasan chair from Gumtree. Cushion by Sage x Clare. Indigenous art from Leonard Joel. Palmtree art by Natalie Jade via Greenhouse Interiors. Black and white pot from Iggy & Lou Lou. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The amazing outdoor area. Dining chairs from Ikea. Table from Gumtree. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A Warrandyte Delight

Over the last few years we’ve seen so many Melbournian’s head to Warrandyte in search of a tree change close to the city. Another major plus is the incredible modernist and mid-century homes you can still find in wonderful condition in the area! The unconventional property of Sage and Clare’s Phoebe Bell and Chris Monahan is a perfect example. The sprawling property is home to two families, filled with colourful art and objects, with sweeping views over the treetops.

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The southern shady garden view of the house. The reading room upstairs angles to look out at the large snow gum. The rain chain was at the request from Fleur and carries rain from the small roof. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

View from the kitchen through the hallway and into the guest bedroom. Fleur’s father collected old books, and she says she has ‘inherited a love for them’. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

View from the living room to the dining and kitchen, as well as the deck and garden (partially established here by Bush Projects Landscape Architects). Another piece from the early morning group trip to the timber yard, which according to Fleur is ‘lovely to hug’. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A Magical Inner City Treehouse

Fleur Glenn’s treehouse, designed by architect Murray Barker, is truly something to behold. This charming, yet contemporary home in Clifton Hill perfectly caters to this empty-nester’s book filled and tree-lined life!

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‘When we bought the house, only the left side was there. We felt the house looked unbalanced so when drawing up the plans we wanted to balance it out. We used the same colourbond steel and existing design features as we wanted it to look like it had always been like this, and not a new extension. We were so lucky with our builder as he had done the original renovation the year before so was across all the finishes and colours we needed. I love the dark tones of this house against all the greenery’, Chyka explains. Photo – Amelia Stanwix.

The outdoor area is one of Chyka’s favourite places. Photo – Amelia Stanwix.

This room was originally a gallery and didn’t really work for Bruce and Chyka. They decided to double the width and turn the colour scheme black – they wanted it to look dramatic, so peaked the ceiling to add the drama with three antler chandeliers. The room is light and bright thanks to the doors to the courtyard. The couch and chairs were old ones they recovered. Photo – Amelia Stanwix.

The Impossibly Chic Chyka Weekender

Chyka Keebaugh puts her own distinctive flair on her ‘Nordic meets The Hamptons’ weekender! The Big Group co-founder was scrolling through instagram when she spied this holiday home (seriously!) and secured the property! Together with husband Bruce, Chyka embarked on large-scale renovations, including extending the grand master bedroom and major landscaping around THAT spectacular new pool.

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Sophie’s favourite view. ‘We decided to lay a ceramic tile that looks like wood in the kitchen and take it out to the garden. No one realises it’s actually a tile’ Sophie reveals! Rug from Pompon Bazar. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A snapshot of some of Sophie’s favourite artworks, by Esther Stewart and Bec Smith. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Sophie’s Gubi beetle chair sitting on the edge of the living room. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A Colourful, Art-Filled Family Home in Balmain

Fashion industry expert Sophie Trippe-Smith and her entrepreneur husband Adam  have got some SERIOUS style! This bright and cheerful renovated 1880’s Balmain terrace is filled with colourful Australian artwork and eclectic pieces.

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The bright and joyful house of Kip&Co co-founder Alex McCabe, partner Bobby Babb and 10-month old Quincy! Pink concrete bench by Rutso, ‘the one thing I absolutely wanted for the house and love it’, Alex tells. Crocodile bamboo quartz splashback, found by Bobby and Alex peeking out from a dusty corner of a stone warehouse in Melbourne. Aged brass cabinets ‘roughed up” by Alex and Bobby with some apple cider vinegar. Black paper maché vase from India. Blue and white Italianate ceramic pot handed down from Alex’s grandma. A mix of European pottery and Indian paper maché vases on the shelf. Custom-made stools by Jason Blake. Mud Australia Pebble Bowl Large in Slate used as a fruit bowl. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Bedding and rug are new season Kip&Co (available in March!). Simple bedside tables from Grandfathers Axe. Bedside lamps from Cove Island Essentials in Canggu, Bali. Paintings are by Nancy Nodea and Peggy Patrick from the Warmun Art Centre, ‘both artists are from the Kimberley and work in traditional style, including using ochre from the local area.’ Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Outdoor chairs from Bali. Marble table top sourced on a trip to India. ‘Kip&Co’s manufacturing base is in India, so we try to get there at least twice a year’, Alex tells ‘Sometimes we get some time to sneak off and connect with amazing local artisans, like those in the stone workshop where this table is from’. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A Home Of Joy And Light With Alex McCabe In Kip&Co

The home of Alex McCabe, founder of Kip&Co is, unsurprisingly, a joyful burst of colour!  Bright pops of art, textiles and objects create a unique sense of character in this St Kilda home, but the scene-stealer for us is that kitchen splashback. So glam!

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Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The Timeless Beachside Home Of A Magazine Industry Legend

Deborah Bibby is a magazine industry legend, having spent 11 years as Editor-In-Chief at Real Living Magazine, as well as working as editor at JONES Magazine, Dolly, and Cleo. What a line-up! Deb brings her exacting eye for detail to this renovated beachside haven. A timeless delight!

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The home was originally designed by Australian designer, builder and landscape architect Alistair Knox, who is renowned for many wonderful homes in the Eltham area. Pop and Scott Dreamweaver Pot. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

”I sobbed with happiness that all I could see were trees around me’ Sunni said of the first night they moved in. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The reading nook with a delightful ‘hodge-podge’ of secondhand furniture.Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A Home With A Warm Hart

Doula Sunni Hart is a veritable ray of sunshine, so it is no surprise that the Eltham home she shares with partner Pete their two kids, Fox and Dizzy, as well as housemates Tilly and Thea, is a warm and welcoming space. The sprawling Alistair Knox-designed property was a dream come true for Sunni, who has long loved the Eltham home. The family have brought their own personal flair to this mid-century delight, introducing their own ’hodge-podge’ of treasured collections to the stunning home.

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The custom-designed mousehole entrance to Emma and Tom Lane’s spectacular Spanish-inspired home in the Byron Hinterland. Dragon tree in custom-designed corten pot. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The living room. 300-year-old Croatian roof tiles sourced by Sonya from Jatana Tiles line the floor. Oregon timber shelves made from the old roof trusses in the original house. Sunken lounge designed in partnership with Sarah Ellison Studios. Rafters made from recycled spotted gum from a bridge in Goulburn. Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The living room, overlooking the expansive property. Sunken lounge designed in partnership with Sarah Ellison Studios. Coffee table from Ha’veli of Byron Bay. Solid stone Byron Bay-built fireplace made from basalt rocks foraged on the property. Rafters made from recycled spotted gum from a bridge in Goulburn.Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

The pool area overlooking the Byron Hinterlands.Photo – Caitlin Mills. Styling – Annie Portelli.

A Spectacular Spanish-Influenced Homestead In The Byron Hinterland

If there was one hone that really took our collective breath away this year, this was it. Emma and Tom Lane of the beloved The Farm in Byron Bay shared their own spectacular home in Coopers Shoot in the Byron Hinterland. The Range is set on 120 acres and was designed and built using adaptive reuse principles, with an emphasis on natural and recycled materials. The result it a serene and luxurious haven, designed for inside/outside living. Seriously, if this isn’t ‘living the dream’, we don’t know what is!

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Followers I’d Like to Get to Know Better meme

I was tagged by @wick-off

name: Sara

nickname: Soup, Smoochkin, Satan (that was elda), and there’s probably more but those are the ones that matter

gender: she/her

star sign: pisces

sexual orientation: uh... good question! not straight

hogwarts house: gryffindor (sometimes gryffinclaw)

favorite color: purple

time right now: 17:53

average hours of sleep: from 6 to 11

cat or dog person: cat!!!!!

favorite fictional characters: laurel castillo, tasha zapata, kady orloff-diaz, julia wicker, michaela pratt, alex danvers, lexa, patterson, nicole haught, waverly earp, wynonna earp, lucy lane, bobbi morse, natalie vasquez, alison hawthorne, delphine cormier, daenerys targaryen, ygritte, megan byrd, julia george, lucy preston, veronica fisher, fiona gallagher, liam gallagher (A BOY!!), mandy milkovich, alex parrish, I also like dayana mampasi a lot, but I don’t trust her at all....

whoops... and that’s only from recent shows......

number of blankets i sleep with: depends on the time of the year... right now one, and a big stuffed puppy that is the warmest thing EVER, love of my life

favorite singer/band: ugh, right now little mix probably

dream trip: australia or new york

current number of followers: 400

when did your blog reach it’s peak: its what? my previous blog reached its peak when I started giffing waves and nicole I guess

i tag: @ajanaomisqueen, @dinhalance(because I don’t know you at all), @hermionegrangers and idk whoever wants to do it

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Episode 5 ~ Fear The Enemy

And now she would feast...

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Episode 2 - Desire

Then she crushed his head as if he were vermin. the crunch of skull and bone and meat was sickening...and I could tell, from where I stood at least, she enjoyed every second of it. I guess vampires are real after all. 

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Episode 2 - Desire

She popped into existence suddenly, some kind of purple aura surrounded her as menace and power filled my small living room. At once her hand was on Endre’s neck and she lifted him with one hand as if he weighed nothing at all.

“She is not yours to play with.” She said, her fingers clenching around his neck and not giving him a chance to respond. He coughed and choked and wriggled about like a live fish caught in a hook. 

As for me, I just backed up a little threw my hands up, trying to process what I was seeing.  Her fingers clenched around his neck, 

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Episode 5 ~ Fear The Enemy

Charles showed up, likely hearing his name from wherever he was at. He joined us at the table and seemingly expected an announcement from Elda. It came once he was settled into his seat. “I’ll be starting a new council,” she declares.

I look between the both of them, a little confused. “A what now?”

“A council,” she corrected, a gentle smile played on her lips. “Long ago when we were at our strongest we had a council that represented and ruled over the vampires of the world. It allowed us to keep things in check and also punish the few vampires who caused more harm than good.”

“A council filled by who?” Charles asked looking just as confused as I did but likely for different reasons. “We can count on one finger the amount of vampires in this country alone. Vlad is...well, who knows, while Caleb and Lilith have also completely-”

“Yes, yes, I know, but we have to start somewhere and we have to start soon. I  have a feeling that our enemies will be striking soon-”

“Wait, wait, our enemies?” Why do I feel like I’m not quite in the loop on this? “I thought we were apex predators? The best, the strongest, the-”

“Oh dear, we are, but you should never underestimate your enemy.”

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Episode 4 - My Immortal

Elda had been busy. Very busy. So busy that she had finally ascended to what could only be called a Master Vampire. Her skin had paled to the point of holding no color and her ears had pointed and now she knew no one could stop her...

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Episode 2 - Desire

I could see that her heel, the point of it, was cruelly in his mouth. He groaned and whined and begged, reminding me of a dog about to be put down and knowing only mercy could save him...but he wasn’t getting it from this creature. 

“Don’t worry,” she started, her voice sweet as an angel...or demon. “Morgyn will see your face one last time...or what will remain of it.” 

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Episode 3 - Moonlight

I peeked into a room whose door was ajar, begging for me to look. There was woman there, mounting a man and gnawing hungrily at his neck...I watched for a few seconds...and then I turned and ran, heading as fast as I could towards an exit.

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Episode 3 - Moonlight

I didn’t make it very far until I ran into Elda again. She looked apologetic and as if she wanted to have a conversation. “What the FUCK did I just see!” blurts from my mouth, demanding an answer I knew I probably wouldn’t get.

She puts her hand up, an offering of peace I assume. “Calm down, calm down now-”

“CALMD DOWN!?!?” But there can be no peace here. There is literally blood dripping from her mouth! It hit me then and there that this entire house stank of it. That wasn’t metal I was smelling after all. “YOU WERE EATING THAT MAN!”

“Technically, drinking,” she replies calm as ever. “Now look, Lenore-”

“You have blood spilling from your lips!” I closed my eyes because the sight of it and the images that came with it were not pleasant. I imagined that man with a gaping hole in his neck as she chomped and slurped on it like it was some big watermelon.

“It can get a little messy sometimes.”

She says this as if we were talking about her messily eating ice cream but that was blood, actual blood, on her lips. “This is crazy, this is nuts!” I say to myself, slowly backing away now. Trying to figure out how quickly I can make it to the exit and go...I don’t know where! Away from here!

She sighed, growing impatient with me. “Stop being so dramatic! You act as if you’ve never seen blood before!”

“I’ve never seen that!”

“Get used to it, Lenore, for you are chosen to...” but I was running now. “Lenore!? Lenore!” 

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