Monday, 28 October 2013

Orc fashions pt. 2


Been busy lately, sorry for the wait.  Here's part 2 as promised!


Nothing is immune to Orcification, not even fashion.
There are no rules. There are no restrictions.
And no orcish woman is immune from the glamour and the tastes.
 
This is where I show you one of my passions: fashion designing.
And here are the samples of my interpretative work.
20th Century Vintage Clothing. There are 2 parts with four segments each.
Here's the 2nd part with clothing from the 1960s to the 1990s.

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1960s - a time of love, peace, sex, drugs, rock and roll, imminent nuclear wars and psycho killers. Not to mention pop art. politics, Tumurthy Lurry, and rock n' rollers like the Brutles. This is also the time for that certain piece of clothing we like to call the Miniskirt. Nothing comes close to Sexual Revolution without Miniskirts. Miniskirts mainstreamed by Mary Graunt. The Sixties.


1970s - it's like the Sixties, only with more glitter and lights, and more weed. A time of disco, presidential scandals, terrorism, environmentalism, disco, spiritual discovery, cyanide flavoured juice, disco, feminism on PMS, disco, racial rights, gay rights, rock music cranked up to 11, disco, and pet rocks. Also "disco". And it can't be disco without wearing polyester bellbottoms. It goes with tight and loose, floral and punk, plain or acid-tripped translucent garbs. Such significant was bellbottoms for women introduced by Yvrash Sur'Larrent. Or, for the more rebellious, punky leather suits by Vivienn Westwargh. The Seventies.



1980s - ah, yes, nothing could be much mentioned about the 80s without ridiculously large shoulder pads and wild hair with enough hairspray to punch the ozone layer off. It's a neon-glazed wonderland of consumerism, "Greed is Good" attitude, strong political reforms, New wave, synthpop and artificial electronic music, music videos, cartoons with subliminal stuff, catfights on the pool, and all that on crack. Satire aside, did I mention shoulder pads already? Well then, the women of all ages and sizes wore them to crash the glass ceiling. And covering them with neon sweaters. Their legs with skinny jeans they bought from Galvin Klang. And at night, where the glamour comes up like a wild tiger, shiny skimpy Lycra by Valentinorc and Orcscar de la Raida. The Eighties.



1990s - politically-correct minimalism, Internet, gifs of kitties and porn ("pussies?"), rave, grit and grunge, new millennial fears. All that in the 90s. Women have now broken the glass ceiling, only without the giant shoulder pads. But they looked strong with wearing business suits for women. Out of the office, go Buffy and Vamp and all that belly buttons. All thanks to Vera Warg's chic and Orxander McKhan's antics. The Nineties.

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And there you have it.
Wallpapers found from Google. All rights reserved.
Done with Photoshop.

Tuesday, 22 October 2013

Orc Fashions pt.1

As promised this Orctober, this.
It's not hunks though.  It's something completely different.




Are you ready? Here it is.




Nothing is immune to Orcification, not even fashion.
There are no rules. There are no restrictions.
And no orcish woman is immune from the glamour and the tastes.

This is where I show you one of my passions: fashion designing.
And here are the samples of my interpretative work.
20th Century Vintage Clothing. There are 2 parts with four segments each.
Here's the 1st part with clothing from the 1920s to the 1950s.

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1920s - a time of loose liberation, emancipation and uncertainties, and no woman, not even Orcs, is exempted from this prosperity. Short skirts, short hair, loose bodies, loose morals, rouged lips, rouged knees, and all that jazz. In fashion, the women all go to Koko Shainerr, the prime innovator of this and that. The Twenties.


1930s - it's a rough time, but the sophisticated women are smooth. From all of this stock market crash, dust bowls, gangsters, emerging dictatorships and bad beer, women go to one special place where they could feel the escapism and unwind of a night: the theatres. And they can't go there without a little glamour on their sleeves. Glamour such as mithril-silky, siren-like, bias-cut dresses by Urg-driern and Shiabarelli, complete with silvery mink stoles and mithril jewellery that shines under the pale Deco Moon. It's a rough time, but the women stay smooth. The Thirties.

 
1940s - if they think the Depression was enough, they thought damn wrong. All over the Old World, war rages the land, the men must fight for victory or conquest, the children cry and pray for peace and playtime, and the women work for their men for war effort, and had to sacrifice everything they had, like stockings for parachutes. In everything, it won't stop improvising glamour, despite the closing of boutiques and shops. It's time for the Homebase to step up. Padded suits, fedoras, occasionally stockings, and most importantly, gloves are the trend. And every women turn to such one innovator, Klarr Makarrdell. And eventually, after the war, women would expect something much beautiful. The Forties.

 
1950s - despite the heat of the Cold War, people wanted to lay back on a good time, relieving the roughness of the last two decades, and doing this smoothly on their suburbian home. With that, the femininity came back, reminiscing things from 50 years ago, only with more cars, probable atomic-powered appliances, rebellious teenagers, and women wearing full calf-length skirt, a breathable thin waist, and short slick wavy hair. And when the evening comes, things go wild, but just as mild. Women step out of the house and dance with their man like they never danced before, wearing ball gowns inspired by Grushan Diorc. The Fifties.

Monday, 21 October 2013

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Orkish Affection

    They had been like brothers for years now since childhood. Through thick and thin, they clung on together, and they overcame it all together. Sadly, they had to part ways when war raged the land. Where one fought as a soldier defending the border, the other travelled the countryside looking for a living, even by means of criminal acts.

    As the war ended, and the soldier returned from the fields, only to find his friend sentenced to die for crimes of theft and banditry. Yet through petitions, trials, mercy and laconic manly drama, the rogue was freed and pardoned. Never there was much grace and brotherly love from these orcs since they parted, and the rogue jumped to his brother's arms in so much gratitude and longing after all they'd been through. The scars can tell.

    The giant of an orc soldier seemed astonished at first for carrying his little brother, but shared the affection all the while. For a witness, it felt brotherly and affectionate for old friends seeing each other again. The look in their eyes felt otherwise...

Can this rise to something more?

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    A drawing made some months ago, posted for Orctober. I think I'm getting more purple in my short-short stories, don't you think?
But hope you like it...

Rendered with GIMP.

The Evolution of Jazz in 90 Seconds



Exactly what it says on the tin.  Check it out.

Not orcish, but some of an interesting progression...

Sunday, 13 October 2013

ORKTOBERFEST!!!


 As promised,...


THROM-KA, Mein Freund, to ORKTOBERFEST!!!

Friday, 11 October 2013

ORCTOBER!!!


Fuck YEAH!!!


Waargh!



Thank you Internet. ^^

Possibly for the rest of the month, I'm going to post dem green babies here, provided if I post this blog from time to time, but all the while I'll stay tuned, and you'll stay tuned.

So stay tuned!

~alex

Friday, 4 October 2013

Wolvie Speedo

 That's all there is, bub.

















Wait, I think there is.

Do you like it...
 beltless?... or...


...beltless and hairy...?




Wolverine everybody!!!