Scales in the sun, stars in a shot glass
Having spent the afternoon assisting me with the exhausting minutiae of a recording project, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch was kindly game for photoshooting me in further pursuit of the Regency.
I feel this experiment yielded more in the way of "sexy pirate" than "rake en déshabillé," but you work with what you've got.
Some days it's sea-decks, some days it's forsythias.
St. Clair in their unnatural habitat, the northerly outdoors.
St. Clair has opinions about northerly.
Silk shirt courtesy of Nightwing Whitehead, inspiration courtesy ofselkie, trees courtesy of my parents' yard. In conclusion, need more waistcoats.
spatch was kindly game for photoshooting me in further pursuit of the Regency.
I feel this experiment yielded more in the way of "sexy pirate" than "rake en déshabillé," but you work with what you've got.
Some days it's sea-decks, some days it's forsythias.
St. Clair in their unnatural habitat, the northerly outdoors.
St. Clair has opinions about northerly.
Silk shirt courtesy of Nightwing Whitehead, inspiration courtesy of
selkie, trees courtesy of my parents' yard. In conclusion, need more waistcoats.
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DO YOU PEOPLE EVEN HAVE A SUMMER.
*resumes fanning self and shouting* Look at the luster on that silk shirt! Look at the, look at the cravat! Look at the whole bit, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
*hugs*
I wanted good sunlight for the silk shirt!
(We appear to be incrementally inching our way toward fancier cravats. Eventually I will attempt one of the styles with a bow and there will be screaming.)