It started with early repeated exposure to Maurice Sendak’s Peacock from the Pacific Northwest Ballet’s Nutcracker. I had a video of it as a kid and actually wore a hole in the tape. Specifically, the part of the tape that had the Coffee/Arabian number:

Note the floor length tail.

I decided to use feathers, and it turns out they are a lot heavier en masse than I thought they’d be. Here’s my take on the concept:

This project is finally finished :)

Much fun was had dancing around and shaking my butt in the fringed shorts. No, you don’t get pictures/video.

I may be in over my head on this one:

and am wondering if I anyone might see this who knows anything about tails and collar/lapel assembly. If so, please help?

:)

-Stoya

with in-seam pockets…

…and small back details.

[edit - to add closeup of the fabric because I think in-the-quiet-house will very much enjoy it.]

Stair cat is impressed by my hunting prowess?

Are you ready for more pictures?

I hope you’re ready for more, because more is what you’re about to get. Hopefully with no spelling errors this time (but feel free to correct me if you spot any - I’m lookin’ at you @adoresixtyfour).

Every year, the AVN awards show with its accompanying red carpet takes place on Saturday night. The photographs and press from the red carpet go everywhere. This is the most important event to dress well for in the American, and possibly worldwide, porno calender. As Bobbi Starr said in her pre-AVN post about wardrobe, it is dressing with the gravitas of the Academy Awards, but on a prom budget.

:D

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that I really think that skirt was well worth the ninety-plus hours of my life it took to sew together. It’s made from yards and yards of silk organza. There is so much support underneath that I think I may deserve an honorary engineering degree, especially since it kept its fluff for two airplane trips, a night of sitting at the show, and two hours of being squished into by lots of people at the party we hosted at Rain afterward. Now I just have to figure out how to work it into my daily wardrobe.

In case you couldn’t tell by the specific style his work has, the above photo is also Jeff Koga.

I ran into Igor inside the show:

Can you believe almost no one saw my panties on Saturday night? I always put in a small amount of effort to make sure my undergarments match with the rest of the outfit. In the naked lady business you never know when someone might be seeing them.

They’re covered in sequins.

I woke up three hours early on Sunday morning to squeeze in a photo shoot with Jiz Lee for Fleshbot. Oh my god, I got to meet Jiz Lee!

Oh my god, we rolled around in my unmade bed and I even got to put my hand on Jiz Lee’s nipple!

I was overcome with the urge to rub my face all over their shaved head. Apparently my internal fifteen year old boy shares my body with a feline of the house-cat variety. Also, my hair kind of looks crazy.

Here’s a close up of the corset:

What with all the channels for the spiral steel boning, I was really happy I was able to use a machine for everything except the leather bow.

The airport was uneventful.

Uneventful airplane trips are my favorite kind.

One last picture of the giant hair aftermath:

Sad panda. It took me hours to comb that mess out.

On that note, I have four more episodes of Torchwood Season 1 to watch. Please keep your spoilers for the rest of the series to yourself.

-Stoya

If you’ve flown Delta recently you’re aware of their ridiculous baggage fees which get especially high for overweight bags. You’ll understand how happy I am about packing all of my clothes, shoes, and all twenty eight bottles of soaps, scrubs, and moisturizers in one forty-nine and a half pound suitcase.

Really though, this post is about accommodating the very nice requests from multiple people on twitter who couldn’t make it to AVN. They wanted to see photographs of my outfits. Since you asked so very politely, here we go:

First up is a picture from Wednesday evening’s media dinner taken by Chris Thorne at Xcritic.com.

“Hi. I woke up at 4 am to get on a plane here and yes, those are my nipples. Please let me get to sleep before midnight.” I had blue jeans on the bottom. I do occasionally wear actual pants.

Moving on to Thursday. Jeff Koga took a very lovely photo of Kayden and I kissing.

I made the shirt (which you can’t really see, but hey, you can see other more pornographic things so it’s ok) with about a thousand little tiny hand stitches. Out of some gorgeous lace.

Oh, Friday. Friday is when things start to get exciting. Don’t get me wrong, media day is necessary and even fun at times, but Friday is when the fans show up and you guys are the only thing that’s worth hauling all the way out to Vegas and putting up with the weird over oxygenated air that they pump into the buildings. Early Friday morning I got to go do radio with Lisa Ann. She’s an absolute goddess. Doing radio with her is less of a promotional opportunity and more of a chance to sit and learn from a master.

As a group, the Digital Playground contract stars decided it’d be fun to dress up in military gear to go along with the Top Guns theme booth we have this year. Here’s me in BDU’s and a white tank top signing for Fleshlight before I headed over to the DP booth for the rest of the day. Thanks again, Jeff.

and Friday night:

Do you recognize the peach silk and lace? Yay for remnants :) I’m kinda like the 1940s… reuse/recycle.

Here are some more super blurry camera phone/mirror pictures of Saturday:

*phew* That’s a lot of pictures. I’m going to run and get my Thai massage now. They’re really awesome. The masseuse stretches you while they do all the nice massage-y stuff. It’s like yoga for lazy people. After five straight days of high heels getting that done is high priority.

If you come back later this evening I’ll post Saturday night and Sunday :)

-Stoya

Aaaah! Look at what I did to a straight pin with my sewing machine. Eeeep.

There will be no pictures of the skirt I was working on when this happened, because right now a picture would just be a giant pile of chiffon and organza, which looks like every other pile of chiffon and organza.

Thank you for your patience,

Stoya