And on your left....

Pris installed this fabulous new Raft system to the island yesterday. The best part?

You can *surf* on them...

How to stuff a wild bikini

Obviously, the secret to how stuff a wild bikini is owned and patented by Johnny Barbecue, as demonstrated at last night's late-night beach silliness. Oh, and some chicks were there, too.

L-R, Alabama Smalls, Johnny Barbecue (welcome back, Mr. Kotter), xSaraho Mornington, Thadeous Drucker (background, Pris, Meta)


Penelope Sideshow, innertoobin'


Marlys Vaughan, lookin' kewt!


Alabama Smalls, The "'Bama Slamma"


Bea Hienrichs, debating if it's safe to go in the water


We so need ocean waitstaff to fetch us cocktails (someone work on that pls? kthx)


Sven Marx, Beach Mime


Robin, ready for water sports >.>


Rad, bad -- mos def not a fad -- Thadeous Drucker


Robin -- way too excited about people coming over


Pris -- Imma wondering where the hell that Ocean Waiter is with mah drank???


Meta Constantine, flexing his pixelmuscles for ze ladeez


Kylerai Hayek, tellin' us all to chill

2009

So we all have those days when you are just so over SL. Robin and I agreed I had reached maximum SLness and I should take some time off, so I am minding my own business irl when this SAME WOMAN calls me and says.."Umm..Pris? Niko is here. And Vio. And Oct. And, um...pop in and turn off security so we can party?"

Still in a New Year's funk, I come onto Saint Clare to TCB still dressed for sunbathing on Hermit Beach from that afternoon. After being SLexually harassed by everyone there (**coughs Vio), I decided to stay -- who can resist the warm gooeyness of Niko's tunes? Not me. And apparently, not most of SL, who also came over to ring in the New Year (around the world, every hour) with us. So thank you Robz, Niko and Sars (ok, Vio too, for hittin' on me) and everyone who made this such a fun night!

More pics on the *69 blog, too. :)

DJ Niko Lyle


Violet Morellet, Butthole Magic


The ladies of Saint Clare: Robz and Pris


Pris, Woodrow Stapleton


Lolotehe Menoptra


xSaraho Mornington, Hawt Late-Night DJ Diva


Robin

Something new this year

Saint Clare is so full of love it spills onto this blog pretty regularly, so I don’t think I need too many words today. Instead, I will let these images from throughout the year show us again why we really couldn’t ask for too much more this season when we all have each other.

Happy holidays!

Love,

Pris, Orson, Roland, Robin and Graham

Bisous, Graham

When I first envisioned Saint Clare, I knew what I wanted it to be and the kind of people I wanted to share it with. So far, I have been incredibly, amazingly lucky: out of tens of thousands of people isl, I met Orson, Roland and Graham. All three men have become intrinsic parts of Saint Clare's nature. So, I am selfishly sad to hear Graham will be leaving Saint Clare, but I am very happy it is because rl is taking an exciting new turn for him.

I met Graham when I worked at Popscene almost a year ago. I don't remember if I started talking to him because he is French and I am a raging Francophile or if he tried hitting on me. :P In all honesty, I think we just started talking about music. And music talk led to travel talk..and travel led to people..and people somehow led back to music.

Even though Graham threatened to eat the ducks in the Harbor so many times I ended up naming them Pâté and Cassoulet, I know Saint Clare was special to him, too. I hope he doesn't mind that I share this, but Graham grew up in Marseilles, a port town in France. He enjoyed Saint Clare's harbor in a way that was very specific to his memories of family and childhood, the way we have all found something on SC to connect with. Maybe the beaches are your rl touchstone that remind you of home, or the Harbor, or sitting around the fire at night. I personally will always remember the afternoon Graham told me about Marseilles while we stood on SC's dock and fed the ducks.

Lots of love from all of us Graham! Thank you for being a part of Saint Clare from the beginning. Thank you for teaching me what I had been doing wrong when I made quiche. :) Thank you for being a sweet and loyal friend, which is rare irl and even rarer isl.

Between you and me? I am confident Graham will come back to visit us. Le Diable chie toujours au même endroit. :D

Bisous et je t'embrasse, mon ami.

Pris

Saint Clare: Unite!

Invisible machinery

A few nights ago, I dreamt I was climbing a ladder from the ground to the sky. In my dream Roland was behind me, and when I looked back down he told me to keep going up and promised he would catch me if I fell. I climbed even higher, but froze with fear. I closed my eyes and hesitated, and when I looked down again Roland was gone. Out of nowhere, I heard a man’s voice say “It’s too late. Everything is different now.” And then I woke up.



What is Saint Clare? I was naive to think it is a refuge from anything. We created a place that connects people, not just dots on a screen. So, like in real life, people and places change and connections grow stronger or weaker and sometimes fade away altogether.

Are the stars on Saint Clare still wanted? Or should we put out every one?