Showing posts with label Pullip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pullip. Show all posts

Friday, September 24, 2010

The naming of dolls (and winners)

... is a difficult matter*.

Well, apparently, anyway. The nameless Withered Pullip is still a nameless Withered Pullip - although I'm starting to like the sound of that as a name, anyway.

Nameless Withered Pullip it is.

Nameless Withered Pullip
With a name like 'Nameless Withered Pullip', of course she hangs around in cemeteries

We still have a winner of the name-the-doll contest, however.

The lovely Lirion suggested 'Swamp Fox' as a name. While it doesn't really fit Nameless, it's perfect for one of the other three dolls.

Meet Swamp Fox.

Meet Swamp Fox
Swamp Fox - she looks so cranky!

Now, of course, there needs to be a prize. Lirion, you get a choice. Would you like something for you, or something for someone else? Comment and let me know!



*With apologies to TS Elliot for misquoting his poetry, of course.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

The name's the thing - help name the doll (and win something)

Well, I have a new interest. Or obsession. Let's say interest, for the moment - it sounds a bit less compulsive-creepy.

Like possibly every photographer since someone invented light-sensitive paper, I've discovered... dolls.

Come hither

Not just any doll, either. I've fallen for Pullips, Korean ball jointed dolls that are creepily, inhumanly human. Not quite as uncanny as some of the Japanese dolls, mind you - these are visibly disproportionate, but the resemblance, out of the corner of the eye, is still unsettling.

And that's why I like them.

(Well, that and the fun of playing with dollhouses. And the odd looks I get from people wandering around my suburb taking photos of my dolly.)

I've done some much darker work with these dolls already, but I'm not quite ready to show it. For the moment, I'm playing; with light and angle and pose, making the non-living alive.

Green grass in the late afternoon

This is Withered. She's one of the older Pullips. She doesn't have a name of her own - what should I call her? After all, if we're going to be spending this much time together, she should at least have a name.

Withered up against the wall
What is her name?

Comment with name suggestions - I'll give a prize for the one I use. I'm not sure what yet, but it'll be something!

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Four 2

Four 2

Four miniature big-eyed dolls.

The brown haired one on the top right is Theobroma - I've never gotten around to naming any of the others. I seem to be the only person I know who isn't disturbed by their large heads. Admittedly, I want to do strange disturbed 'fashion' shoots with them, but that shouldn't be surprising.