junk. flea market finds preview for september arcade


junk. preview for september arcade

New junk. Flea Market Finds set preview for the September Arcade Gacha Event. Ten to collect (nine common and one rare). L$50 per play. Concertina Book Stool, Dirty Wash Board, Maggie’s Patio Chair (RARE; black, red, teal), Metal Churn Light (turns on and off), Pigeonhole Clock, Plan de Paris, Post Bag Cushion, Sign Basket, Vintage Basin, Vintage Perfume Tin. Old Shanty Boat by Soy.

Photograph by Kate Bergdorf

Berg by Nordan Art updates!


We have a few exciting new Berg by Nordan Art updates. First, in the main gallery are on display still until the end of September the beautiful portraits by Maloe Vansant; her two exhibits Yesterday: Retrospective and Close Ups of a Doll, should not be missed. Coming up, from October through December, we then have ◦⊱Mi⊰◦ showing photography in the gallery and Livio Korobase an installation on the ground. More about this to come, please be on the lookout for announcements. Secondly, I’m very excited to share here that Berg by Nordan Art has established a permanent gallery space, Gallery M, for the artist Mich Michabo. Her first exhibit, The Other, inspired by the poem with the same name by Sylvia Plath, will open on Sunday, September 4, at 12 PM SLT. We will send out group announcements and also post announcements on Flickr as we get closer to the opening date. Finally, the paper crown royalty have all returned from a much deserved two-month vacation and will gather tomorrow, Sunday, August 28 at 2 PM SLT to crown our new queen! Come and join us if you like, these crown passing events can get pretty interesting. That is all for now. Hope to see you in the gallery soon!

Photograph by Kate Bergdorf

beachsuit and belt bracelet


New Beachsuit in Banana, Coral, Floral, Girlie, Ivory, Navy, Onyx, Pistachio, Poppy, Powder by Clef de Peau for Shiny Shabby. Maitreya body compatible and fit mesh.

New Belt Bracelet (Unisex) in Black, Brown, Creme, Dark Brown, Green, Ivory, Orange, Pink, Red, Sky, Turquoise and Yellow by Clef de Peau for Shiny Shabby. Maitreya body compatible and fit mesh.

Photograph by Kate Bergdorf



I visited today with moon edenbaum his exhibit Temple: Moon Edenbaum’s Vison of Prairie Kawashima, currently on display in the gallery room at the newly opened club Sacred. The opening was yesterday and the photographs will be on display until September 20. The exhibit consists of photographs of the artist Prairie Kawashima, taken during two evening sessions in August. Integrating shadows and lights, subtle tones of greys and whites, moon has here successfully managed to put together a collection of beautiful images that are not only sensual and sexual, but also quite gentle and elegant. Moon notes that Prairie represents one of the most important and best assets of second life: communicating through virtual grace and making taste a beautiful language that is formulated by sensitivity and intelligence. Head over and take a look at this exhibit before it closes, you will not want to miss this incredibly fine collection of photographs.

Photograph by Kate Bergdorf

Virtual Distortions Between the Sexes


As the reader of this blog already knows, now and then I put on my thinking cap and try to sort out various virtual life conundrums. Today I will look into another aspect of virtual distortion. As most of us are aware, things are rarely as they appear and I think I can safely say that this rings more true in second life then it does in real life. In the virtual world then, and I refer specifically to second life and Flickr here, we can divide distortions into obvious and less obvious. The animal avatar is a good example of an obvious distortion. Standing in front of a cat in second life, we can be pretty certain there is no real life cat sitting behind the screen maneuvering the kitty in the virtual world! The less obvious virtual distortions are harder to detect. And when it comes to male and female virtual interaction, there are as many distortions as there are stars in the sky. Think about it. Who is the other person behind the avatar? Unless we have actually met this person outside the virtual world, there is no way of knowing. Yes, we have hope, we have faith and many of us love others here, but that is all we have. Moreover, there is a kind of unspoken agreement between us in the virtual world that we will just act as if the fantasy we live here is real. The virtual image of the other on the screen, coupled with our own fantasies about who we want to be and who we want the other to be, is in reality deceptive beyond words. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Just saying.

Photograph by Kate Bergdorf

Song of Childhood


I have an opening, Song of Childhood: A Collection of Photographs by Kate Bergdorf, at Lollygagger coming up on Sunday, August 21, 2016 from 2 to 4PM SLT. This exhibit is close to my heart for several reasons. First, it is such an honor so show at Lollygagger, one of the oldest existing Second Life galleries that has previously hosted artists like Kake Broek, Piedra Lubitsch, Ziki Questi and others. Many thanks to Chrissssy, the gallery curator, for making this happen. Second, I had such a fantastic time putting together the photographs for this exhibit. It is inspired by the poem Song of Childhood, by the Austrian novelist, playwright and political activist Peter Handke. Handke wrote much of the dialogue, including the poem Song of Childhood, for Wim Wender’s Der Himmel über Berlin (Wings of Desire). Each of the eleven passages in the poem corresponds to one of my photographs in this exhibit.


Song of Childhood – Peter Handke

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.

When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.

When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.

When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.

When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.

Last by not least, this poem takes me back in Second Life time. I was introduced to it many years ago by one of my first friends in Second Life, someone who understood the meaning of the poem perfectly and was inspired by it himself and then in turn inspired me. A few years later, Huckleberry Hax did me the honor of reciting the poem and then recorded it on YouTube. It was a beautiful interpretation and I am still moved when playing it today.

I hope you can make it to the opening on Sunday, we would love to see you! I will provide  announcement inworld and on Flickr as we get closer to the date.

Photograph by Kate Bergdorf