tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37103722173993104612024-03-05T09:44:30.734-08:00Á LA CROQUETTEUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-35672098094416446162012-05-15T23:46:00.000-07:002012-06-17T23:47:10.118-07:00Uptown Girls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For a while, I was absolutely crazy about <i>Uptown Girls</i>. It was one of those movies that I jumped at the chance to watch because the trailer promised endless scenes of carefree, hippie, flower-child, Brittany Murphy goodness - and in a sense, it did provide all that (plus as super dispiriting "poor little rich girl" storyline). </div>
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To this day, <i>Uptown Girls</i> fills me with such <u>wardrobe envy</u>. I literally want to wear EVERYTHING that EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER wore in this movie - yep, thats right, I even want to wear Dakota Fanning's school uniform (despite the fact that she is about half my age here). </div>
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I would most definitely credit the film to helping along my clothes obsession during its early stages of development. I was quite taken with the concept of being "girl who never grew up." Brittany Murphy's character Molly was everything I wanted and still hope to be (well maybe, minus a few things..). </div>
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Molly was cool, hip and absolutely an individual. I loved how carefree and bubbly she was and everything found at the core of her personality was also stitched into the fibers of her highly covetable "I'm perpetually stuck in age 9" wardrobe. </div>
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But seriously, can we just take a minute to lust over a few things:</div>
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#1) Brittany Murphy's pet PIGGGG!!! Oh god, my heart is melting. Please, someone!! </div>
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- Being that I'm absolutely in love with pigs, the fact that the movie's protagonist Molly Gunn had a pet pig, instantly won me over. It's not like she wasn't cool enough already, but this just did me in! So not only do I have sever wardrobe envy, but in some aspects, life envy.</div>
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#2) TUTUS </div>
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- Need I say anymore? I'm sure you'll agree, that girls (well, at least me, yes I am) clearly have a natural disposition toward tulle - in any shape, any form, any color. I took intro to ballet in high school and yawned my way through it all, but Dakota Fanning's unitard is enough to make me reconsider. </div>
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- HELLOO Sparkles! Molly's birthday dress is perfection! Even when I'm turning 80 (well maybe a more conservative version then), that is what I want to be wearing to blow out my candles. Heck, I want to be wearing it right now. Oh and who could forget those glitter star shoes too!</div>
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#4) Ingrid </div>
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- Lady, you're just that - a true lady - except for maybe when you become a bitch. But honestly, if I weren't such a mess, Ingrid is the type of got-it-together lady I wanna be. </div>
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- So, hip. So, hip. I mean, just look at those pajamas. C'mmon. </div>
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Now let's get down to business, time for some serious lusting:</div>
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In my opinion, the crown jewel of Molly's entire clothes collection was this AMAZINGGG embroidered denim overall jumper. Little hearts, literally light up on the surface of my corneas like a cheap LED display every time I catch a glimpse of this prize. It is most definitely, my DREAM outfit and holds the top position on my mental list of diy/must find clothing. I had to add a little shot of B-Murphs sitting at Dakota Fanning's tea table, because I'm quite obsessed with this dress and everything that surrounds it. Even the scones.</div>
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I know I really haven't made any obvious efforts to disguise my blatant favoritism when it comes to the clothes in this movie. But rest assured, most every character's wardrobe in this movie is to-die-for. </div>
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<li>Let me just say, it kills me how Dakota Fanning wears her uniform is like a mini suit for non-adults (this is meant in a good way. Like, "oh god, I love it so much it kills me" kinda way). There's just so much about this that makes me crazy! Strange as it sounds, I've always been really into the whole "private school uniform" look, and ironically enough I went to public school for my entire pre-university academic life. Going to the uniform shop, for me - while a drag for my Catholic School attending cousins - was like introducing a child to sugar for the first time. The advent of <i>Gossip Girl</i> did much in the way of progressing this pseudo-addiction I had to uniforms. Plus, I mean, just look at Dakota Fanning's totally 90s style tiny sunglasses. </li>
<li>A close second on my scale of favorite dresses in this movie is Molly Gunn's white dress with tiny girls? dolls? on it? Oh idk, I just remember: a) seeing her in that dress & losing my breath, b) feeling her pain in that scene - her friend Ingrid forced her to sell all her cool stuff *anguished face*, and c) thinking, oh thank god you're wearing that dress gurl, cuz then you don't have to sell it!!</li>
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Embarrassingly enough <i>Uptown Girls </i> was the movie that really got me started obsessing over clothes. I remember picking up the habit of "designing" outfits by drawing little models in clothes based on Molly Gunn's closet showcase. To this day, I'm still drawing stupid clothes. Oh well, I'm stuck with this condition. This isn't my favorite movie, in terms of story but I definitely recommend it for the clothes!</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-61809297735069525622012-05-02T16:50:00.000-07:002012-05-16T16:53:39.512-07:00Dawoud Bey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxMOqFyXKaUQkszbreLAPWxTZmz7GJaDQav7TBLX5l60bbiM12SU9AZ3BDUUV2pF3Huo-crSNdJ1cdgvc32PDfDTwbs4vJxYcqqtf8dcV_4Z6Urjd_rYCx7_qYM0JfBmTI35HbJ2TPac/s1600/DawoudBey1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493078343484087954" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxMOqFyXKaUQkszbreLAPWxTZmz7GJaDQav7TBLX5l60bbiM12SU9AZ3BDUUV2pF3Huo-crSNdJ1cdgvc32PDfDTwbs4vJxYcqqtf8dcV_4Z6Urjd_rYCx7_qYM0JfBmTI35HbJ2TPac/s400/DawoudBey1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 146px;" /></a><br />
Back when I was struggling to justify my photographic hobby, I used to research photographers to study their work. Since then, I've let taking photos fall to the wayside. It happened in one of those sad, round-about "I'm a non-conformist" sort of ways - which is also gross because I spend most of my free time telling myself I'm not going to listen to outside opinions on what's cool.<br />
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It was around this time that I discovered Dawoud Bey. One of the things I struggled most with in photography was taking pictures of people. I liked to, and still do, use my camera as a crutch to continue doing what I did best - avoiding others. I always admired photographs of people that were so candid, honest and raw but the thing was that I was not bold enough to get these confessions myself. My shots of people would always be from some awkward angle off in the shadows - never with anyone looking directly into my lens.<br />
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Most impressive, was Bey's use of Polaroids. Bey would photograph his subject(s) multiple times with the Polaroid camera to capture every angle and would end up with slightly distorted proportions. The crazy thing to me was how much this process was a modern-day, photographic adaption of Cézanne (Particularly his work <a href="http://www.mfa.org/collections/object/madame-c-zanne-in-a-red-armchair-32912" target="_blank">"Madame Cézanne in a Red Armchair," 1877</a> which is currently housed in Boston's Museum of Fine Art)! In this painting, like Bey's Polaroid portraits, Cézanne focuses with equal attention on each individual piece of the painting. This process creates a strange flatness, strange proportions, and unaccounted for spaces. Just something to keep in mind next time I pick up my camera and experiment.<br />
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Not that I am or even have<i> </i>the <i>time</i> to be a voracious reader, but I see in-flight magazines as a less serious version of perhaps <span style="color: #f1c232; font-weight: bold;">National Geographic</span> (don't get me wrong, I LOVE NatGeo). They show you the world, how different people in niche cultures live without the burden of scientific and anthropological prestige. <span style="color: #f1c232; font-weight: bold;"> </span><br />
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As sad as it sounds, I am actually quite the <i>Hemisphere</i> fan - United Airlines' magazine. As is my usual routine, the minute I plop my butt down into one of the plane's smelly, tight seats my hands automatically grab at the kangaroo pouch before me. Turning to that month's <i>Hemisphere</i> was like making a regular and necessary visit to the on-board fortune teller. Whatever the cards held in terms of your flight's fate was printed in the back pages of this magazine. Would my flight be enjoyable (because nowadays, we can just about throw any hope of having a "comfortable" flight out the window) and filled with my favorite television programs? a movie I had on my "must watch" list? Or would I be stuck forcing myself through something like "Real Steal" - full of drama, corny one-liners, and campy shots of rugged, rough-and-tumble men?<br />
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It probably wasn't until I started taking an interest in being a well-rounded and seemingly educated person that I began considering the airplane magazine's actual content (outside of the tv and movie listings, I mean). I have never looked back since. I owe several of my imaginary travels to <i>Hemisphere</i> magazine. In the span of one 5-6 hour flight, I slowly, but surely made may way through cross-country BBQs (<b>yumm!</b>), run marathons (<i><b>to burn off all that BBQ, of course</b></i>), and met some famous and really cool people (<i>Sup, Donna Karen! How's it, gurl?)</i>. But, my most fruitful adventures were my fantasy trips abroad. With the help of my good friend <i>Hemisphere</i>, I have been everywhere from Lisbon to Moscow and everywhere in between.<br />
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My favorite part of these overseas excursions were Oliver Jeffers's quirky illustrated prefaces. Their whimsy, playful lines and fragmented notes scrawled along the edges instantly won me over. Looking at these "maps" was like trying to read the <a href="http://picasion.com/pic52/b4370c640adf67d46cca28f917830b76.gif" target="_blank">supplementary map Fagan made</a> in <i>Oliver & Company</i> to go with his ransom note to Jenny, and to me that just made them all the better (If you don't know what I'm talking about, go watch Disney's animal/musical adaptation of <i>Oliver Twist</i> and get back to me when you're caught up on life!). So here are a few of his works for you to enjoy! Happy travels, courtesy of Oliver Jeffers. :-)<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-25288646598981054632012-04-03T20:39:00.000-07:002012-04-26T20:40:54.053-07:00Grizzly Man<br />
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The first time I heard anything about Timothy Treadwell. I honestly thought he was crazy. I was sitting in the "New Media/Film" classroom in my high school and heard my classmates talking in sarcastic tones and hushed whispers about his death. Unfortunately for Treadwell, his greatest passion was also the source of his ultimate demise. Something about the fact that his death was captured on film, brought out this morbid and almost comical feeling in my high school friends.<br />
At the time I didn't think it was funny (and I still don't), but I merely dismissed Treadwell's story. I instantly thought of him as some unstable environmentalist who clearly did not know how to respect nature's boundaries. <br />
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It wasn't until one night when I was channel surfing and desperate for anything to keep me awake that I came across a tv documentary series about Treadwell. The program provided background on the film on Treadwell, <i>Grizzly Man</i>, and went behind the scenes of the movie interviewing the animal-lover's close family a friends.<br />
I'll admit that I began watching it mostly out of a morbid curiosity that they would show or discuss footage from Treadwell's mauling. I sat through clips of Treadwell in the field, talking in a mock-baby voice to bears largely ignoring him. Treadwell's fanatic behavior and crazed adoration for wildlife, didn't support any case arguing for his sanity.<br />
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But, I endured. As each of his video diary entries from the wild flickered before my glazed-over eyes, I realized that Treadwell had something that I actually really needed (and still need) in my life - passion.<br />
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What really caught my eye were the photos that Treadwell took. What's most remarkable, is that he didn't use any special lenses - meaning he was actually almost that close to all of his subjects.<br />
I don't really think they need much explanation. As corny and contrived as it sounds they speak for themselves.<br />
My main purpose for creating this post was to show case these photos, but of course I couldn't resist creating a collage with pictures of Treadwell and very (VERY) distantly related subject matter - Alexa Chung's Barbour Jacket and screen shots from Wes Anderson's <i>Fantastic Mr. Fox</i> (an absolute favorite of mine).<br />
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It feels a little phony of me to act like I have so much to say about Timothy Treadwell when I haven't even seen <i>Grizzly Man</i> but (I cringe as I type this) he really reminded me about the beauty of nature, silence, isolation and being at peace with yourself having found love.<br />
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Timothy Treadwell's haunting photos really speak of his affection for wildlife, and somehow they speak the same language of silence and pure intentions of nature. I love<i> Fantastic Mr. Fox </i>(and Wes Anderson's other films) for their same dialogue of silence and body language. The abrupt lines and fluid use of motion is calming - to me anyway. As I slip deeper and deeper into this existential crisis, it only makes sense that I tack some Johnny Cash on here. His echoey ghost of a voice just felt right with these pictures..<br />
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Could there be any other match better made in heaven? Confession time: I love Alexa Chung, and I love Madewell.<br />
So naturally, I would be the one to hoard pictures of these Alexa Chung + Madewell slides. Enjoy.<br />
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This weekend, I broke out that insensibly long list of movies I plan to watch in my lifetime and was able to cross <i>Kinky Boots</i> off. I wouldn't say it's particularly groundbreaking in terms of theme, but it was just so heartwarming that I couldn't help but love it. Typically, (although I know not know judge a book by its cover) I don't give movies about drag queens too much attention. Don't get me wrong, I am fascinated by drag and personally love a good episode of Ru Paul's namesake show, but there's something about movies focused on Drag Queens that seem to aim for more of a SHOCK FACTOR that is unappealing to me. </div>
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Even in <i>Kinky Boots</i> I best loved Simon/Lola when he was able to embrace both the masculine and feminine side of his sexuality. (Reference: Arm Wrestling Scene) </div>
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Oh and a little side note, apparently Cyndi Lauper is helping to make the movie into a musical. I'm not gunna lie, I'm a little curious to see how it is. </div>
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From a clothes standpoint, of course I was yet again fawning over Simon's wardrobe. I was absolutely obsessed with his heavy, cable-knit turtleneck (shown above), and his floral print shirts! So in love. Lola had some choice pieces, but aside from her more day-to-day looks, it was a bit much for me. I will say that Chiwetel Ejiofor's body (esp. BICEPS & TRICEPS) looked amazing in those sequin dresses. (So, I didn't really understand the cracks at his "wrinkly arms"- if you watch the movie)</div>
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I hate to sound corny and so typical when talking about a movie with drag queens or just "outcasts" in general (like the main character Charlie Price), but I did appreciate the (although extremely cliche) overarching message of being comfortable with who you are, understanding your worth as an individual in society, being fabulous, fearless and bold blah blah blah. </div>
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The movie was pretty predictable, but in my opinion, that doesn't take away from the movie. I also happen to be a sucker for British film, television and the humor that comes along with it (well make that, just Britain in general..). There weren't too many quotable moments, and I found myself struggling over what to tweet about this movie - *shakes head* so lame - because most of the humor was in characters' body language and interactions. It was hilarious, okay? I just wanted to share some of joy with others. </div>
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Also, the music in this movie was just so spot on. So maybe I'm crazy for literal and figurative connections within a work, but the lyrics! the lyrics! Also, Lola KILLS IT!</div>
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And considering the topics/messages of <i>Kinky Boots</i> and the fact that I mentioned Cyndi Lauper earlier, it's only fitting that I add a song from her too.</div>
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So, I don't even know what I'm doing with this blog any more but I guess I'm here to revive it with new flavor. Pass dat defibrillator!</div>
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This weekend has been a mess. I don't do much to get myself in trouble, and it doesn't take a lot to make me feel super guilty either. All I want to do is listen to melancholy music and just sulk. Nothing is the universe is really letting that happen. I guess the world knows me better. </div>
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Just spent the last eighty hours of my life cataloging movies I'd be interested in seeing and watching "Roxanne." It wasn't exactly my favorite movie, but I did appreciate C.D.'s (Steve Martin's character) positivity and deft gymnast moves.The best part for me, excluding the breathtaking Pacific Northwest landscape, was Steve Martin's costume.</div>
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I know it's pretty basic, but let's face it - I'm also obsessed with dressing in boy's clothes. His hat is pretty cool though. It reminded me of all the family vacations I'd take with my parents to Hawaii. Our number one stop was <b>always</b> Wal-Mart. My parents, to this day, make a b-line to the souvenir section of the store. Here, we'd find some choice additions to their wardrobe, like USS __<i>insert ship name here</i>___ caps and what my Mom and Dad like to refer to as "Old Man Glasses." (They still swear by their matching safety goggle-esque sunglasses, which bring me to tears every time I see them.) </div>
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I do happen to really like these caps. They have a type of (excuse me for sounding like a poser) street-wear feel to them, and made me think of this particular episode of Kanye West's "VOYR" series of behind-the-scenes mini-documentaries.</div>
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I'm always really inspired this DIY sensibility and love to hear the stories and concepts behind artists' ideas. I felt like this was an incredible method of expression through clothes, and that they become as much a part of you as your past, all your experiences, and ideas. But look at me getting out of control like this. Anyway, here are some more images and ideas I've been hoarding in my mind this past week. </div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-23006717335074755262011-06-26T18:58:00.001-07:002011-06-26T19:41:04.999-07:00Yay Pets!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxGM0MDbOUt3YIekMyztvHtOrufPRa1Z8ukvRiG9w-Irk02vXZZBvXjj4EKKBbOr0JoP4PtW5IV_S79Y2fZXN7uf_dvujC1Ac5D5VXUZm5tCaUfmhOO4y7bsLkjMQtnjnrgOZI055Ftc/s1600/AudreyFrolicking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxGM0MDbOUt3YIekMyztvHtOrufPRa1Z8ukvRiG9w-Irk02vXZZBvXjj4EKKBbOr0JoP4PtW5IV_S79Y2fZXN7uf_dvujC1Ac5D5VXUZm5tCaUfmhOO4y7bsLkjMQtnjnrgOZI055Ftc/s400/AudreyFrolicking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622713438985410306" border="0" /></a><br />Life.com has done it again. A photo album that discusses celebrities <span style="font-weight: bold;">AND</span> pets is obviously something that I cannot resist.<br />I can never get over the fact that owners look like their pets. It's really narcissistic if you think about it..<br />Anyway, if you haven't guessed, I really LOVE animals. Pets are even better cause they live with you! It sounds awful, domesticating animals, forcing them to live with you - oh but I want a pet of my own so badly. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopePgEta9bgZytcgJNdrn8aMonIkJIujIEqLTY143wDde7FN8P9IpN-lwMCOKAas0sKtsWWGN64Blmz7DvqXOBgFLsmajl4uIBpqdBV9_XEbyrJ7k1mNPPcex9FAUE7ekfSnuMmHhVf4/s1600/pets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopePgEta9bgZytcgJNdrn8aMonIkJIujIEqLTY143wDde7FN8P9IpN-lwMCOKAas0sKtsWWGN64Blmz7DvqXOBgFLsmajl4uIBpqdBV9_XEbyrJ7k1mNPPcex9FAUE7ekfSnuMmHhVf4/s400/pets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622713437835459730" border="0" /></a>And of course, I couldn't help but make a few collages. All of this reminded me of one of my ALLTIMEFAVORITE shows Martha Speaks! I'm not the least bit ashamed at the fact that the program is mainly geared towards children half my age and teaches life lessons my parents can only hope that I learned long ago such as how to make your bed, and treat others with fairness.<br />You know, the usual.<br />The show is based off of a children's book about Martha, a family pet who develops the ability to carry conversation with the help of some alphabet soup.<br />I think have already made it clear enough that this is simply one of the best shows ever.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYrF0MLqDLFawXiW9fGsA8Sd56YVIsbMo9GRerv1a0hBA0E-1fqYmXPIdyGrfcfiAPowdIDzIADn0bYImxdm2AiIQQsCgW1Lp8hqB0O34aYVEuNQekssZGjVWBgBh4yTpDQCDxgvFbQg/s1600/pets1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYrF0MLqDLFawXiW9fGsA8Sd56YVIsbMo9GRerv1a0hBA0E-1fqYmXPIdyGrfcfiAPowdIDzIADn0bYImxdm2AiIQQsCgW1Lp8hqB0O34aYVEuNQekssZGjVWBgBh4yTpDQCDxgvFbQg/s400/pets1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622713433378414898" border="0" /></a>Moving on...<br />Our next, well the topic we originally began with, <span style="font-style: italic;">Celebrities and their Pets.</span><br />I'm not sure if it's just me, but I could have a condition where I automatically believe that things are greater, more precious, outstanding, fabulous and everything with a celebrity's touch.<br />Something about these photos further glamorizes the lives of those in the public eye. Audrey Hepburn and her <span style="font-weight: bold;">creative</span>ly named pal Mr. Famous look even <span style="font-weight: bold;">cooler</span> and<span style="font-weight: bold;"> carefree</span> riding on a bicycle together. With the celebrity touch, swimming looks more attractive, as well as hanging out in one's fur coat and cuddling.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbP_5YVGD8c5LuR_SdMcfXFe9550l2fjJ4C04NjyI-uZi7hwIZ0kpOHzqpkaQf9gikGVgBPUT0jVmsx9hU0nSY8XK-3mQAKO2t4I6uCsLR75K5XETEfIN4OEgJ_6nmXI0VAT9YQ1XwOT8/s1600/pets2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbP_5YVGD8c5LuR_SdMcfXFe9550l2fjJ4C04NjyI-uZi7hwIZ0kpOHzqpkaQf9gikGVgBPUT0jVmsx9hU0nSY8XK-3mQAKO2t4I6uCsLR75K5XETEfIN4OEgJ_6nmXI0VAT9YQ1XwOT8/s400/pets2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622713427301806978" border="0" /></a>And who can even forget presidential pets ... which I have sprinkled into this last collage here.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELYUfwVZFIsnXGns9Et3cIV6pJeDYztCrx6PG01iZtVACIcB0hDBciuCycvqqu6_cpEZ8MlZLvY8mgp53B06QvA-8Xkgm6fGx4Je-oW4wXrihDwaCbP_o6FSJeDry12qduIpU10fRqPE/s1600/ohyeahmybabies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELYUfwVZFIsnXGns9Et3cIV6pJeDYztCrx6PG01iZtVACIcB0hDBciuCycvqqu6_cpEZ8MlZLvY8mgp53B06QvA-8Xkgm6fGx4Je-oW4wXrihDwaCbP_o6FSJeDry12qduIpU10fRqPE/s400/ohyeahmybabies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622713419845057410" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-80627658341959048092010-12-19T14:02:00.000-08:002010-12-19T14:05:38.192-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8o8U93SX91PsGZaCkR_VWWOds4zG3WgtblzCM0Ww_TUS9HUK8lIcJpNkK3GeUxmyYYqlLbNacK0u06vIqW4DdxVdQ4HTLG0f8pswXPSW9zS-ZIsyPJs6kGW_vYj0XCfOZVjIg7FF-b6Q/s1600/spacecollage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8o8U93SX91PsGZaCkR_VWWOds4zG3WgtblzCM0Ww_TUS9HUK8lIcJpNkK3GeUxmyYYqlLbNacK0u06vIqW4DdxVdQ4HTLG0f8pswXPSW9zS-ZIsyPJs6kGW_vYj0XCfOZVjIg7FF-b6Q/s400/spacecollage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552517928357077394" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-6034356193810595972010-11-10T14:05:00.000-08:002010-12-19T16:53:19.784-08:00Royal Weddings<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div>So in all my internet surfing, I have recently discovered a new love of mine - LIFE.com. I remember going to flea markets with my parents and looking through old issues of Life magazine and being amazed. Not only were they great 'cause they were like a portal into the past, but the images were just so mesmerizing. Then again, I'm a total image freak.<div>The types of image galleries Life had was <i>insane</i> and I went crazy. I couldn't help myself from venturing into an album titled "Royal Weddings."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2sbjK0hHDuQhlxL6A39-jzCl5pPwP3oBrIcXC2UwNxquZOp-uJPzY5OOnyBoSTtVzFkja1HR3siYEuLu0DaugO-mgs5kF5lNRF9jc2vIzVVnV3mHC74vN-TQhouqySIxgzALy1i4bes/s1600/PrincessDi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2sbjK0hHDuQhlxL6A39-jzCl5pPwP3oBrIcXC2UwNxquZOp-uJPzY5OOnyBoSTtVzFkja1HR3siYEuLu0DaugO-mgs5kF5lNRF9jc2vIzVVnV3mHC74vN-TQhouqySIxgzALy1i4bes/s400/PrincessDi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538049172443175234" /></a>Often regarded as perhaps a fairy tale gone wrong, here we have the wedding of Princess Diana and Prince Charles. Even though their marriage turned out to be fairly unhappy, their wedding was jam-packed with opulence as expected. Princess Diana looked like an 1980s meringue and her train looked like a giant strip of white paint dragging down the aisle. Oh and those flower girls looked like tiny golden bells. The best part of all was the mug set. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk2sbjK0hHDuQhlxL6A39-jzCl5pPwP3oBrIcXC2UwNxquZOp-uJPzY5OOnyBoSTtVzFkja1HR3siYEuLu0DaugO-mgs5kF5lNRF9jc2vIzVVnV3mHC74vN-TQhouqySIxgzALy1i4bes/s1600/PrincessDi.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Bx5GO86juSFIV_alOh3UIW1MSaZx0p3RmGQpgKg-EWPzPImy7wWXnhNiJrfAaUEXEkzj3GZafi0TKcmayRAE0Bj_8SW71U-xxZiN7hm6EB_-s9opJf7w8w5C4KW8DAN4VUhnegiVKnU/s1600/grace.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Bx5GO86juSFIV_alOh3UIW1MSaZx0p3RmGQpgKg-EWPzPImy7wWXnhNiJrfAaUEXEkzj3GZafi0TKcmayRAE0Bj_8SW71U-xxZiN7hm6EB_-s9opJf7w8w5C4KW8DAN4VUhnegiVKnU/s400/grace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538049159837825298" /></a>And then there is the famed wedding of movie star Grace Kelly and the Prince of Monaco who met while Miss. Kelly was filming what would be her final film for Hitchcock, <i>To Catch a Thief</i>. Although it is the wedding here with some of the fewest pictures, I like to assume it is immediately my favorite and the most beautiful. I cannot image a more dream-like and glamourous union. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17tDgKM0WonJhUYOljRJa5tnRqvOyiyIe_7ZKrYMPB2Rg_izbMf7xI2iNZKgAORJ8vn_4zrtfzv3eidwAiP3yysRXc8-EXUWG5FubW97DsuK7TN7EdRAPpQ6kBGIBiZxBiZ35Is3ykag/s1600/gracek.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17tDgKM0WonJhUYOljRJa5tnRqvOyiyIe_7ZKrYMPB2Rg_izbMf7xI2iNZKgAORJ8vn_4zrtfzv3eidwAiP3yysRXc8-EXUWG5FubW97DsuK7TN7EdRAPpQ6kBGIBiZxBiZ35Is3ykag/s400/gracek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538049163962534562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px; " /></a>This was Grace Kelly's hand-pearled bible used in her wedding ceremony. So elegant and beautiful, it really is like something out of a 1950s dream.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17tDgKM0WonJhUYOljRJa5tnRqvOyiyIe_7ZKrYMPB2Rg_izbMf7xI2iNZKgAORJ8vn_4zrtfzv3eidwAiP3yysRXc8-EXUWG5FubW97DsuK7TN7EdRAPpQ6kBGIBiZxBiZ35Is3ykag/s1600/gracek.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjV_g-PJQ1dMb9wAthMl7iUl-s8tHpD7jW8VawxRZoTDByhRp9xXHZdLG82hyy4XghyphenhyphenYTpJOrKhPFN-DqNRK1GkB_-Yp9KdtrmrwOr7DTUpPVCwpnhyphenhyphenEGOtEGAd6UQUs2xVTHmqhEIFQg/s1600/royal.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjV_g-PJQ1dMb9wAthMl7iUl-s8tHpD7jW8VawxRZoTDByhRp9xXHZdLG82hyy4XghyphenhyphenYTpJOrKhPFN-DqNRK1GkB_-Yp9KdtrmrwOr7DTUpPVCwpnhyphenhyphenEGOtEGAd6UQUs2xVTHmqhEIFQg/s400/royal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538049177405470802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px; " /></a>Well shame on me for forgetting so quickly who this royal couple was... Nonetheless, the images from their day of matrimony still excite me. Just look at all those flower girls and bridesmaids in their dresses. They look like they're outfitted in tiers of ruffles on their shoulders, their busts and the edges of their hemlines. I can't help but see them as poofy glacial fairies. Just imagine how wonderful a hug from someone in those dresses would be. There is also the Princess's tiara, almost too shiny and splendid to be true.<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Bx5GO86juSFIV_alOh3UIW1MSaZx0p3RmGQpgKg-EWPzPImy7wWXnhNiJrfAaUEXEkzj3GZafi0TKcmayRAE0Bj_8SW71U-xxZiN7hm6EB_-s9opJf7w8w5C4KW8DAN4VUhnegiVKnU/s1600/grace.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17tDgKM0WonJhUYOljRJa5tnRqvOyiyIe_7ZKrYMPB2Rg_izbMf7xI2iNZKgAORJ8vn_4zrtfzv3eidwAiP3yysRXc8-EXUWG5FubW97DsuK7TN7EdRAPpQ6kBGIBiZxBiZ35Is3ykag/s1600/gracek.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjV_g-PJQ1dMb9wAthMl7iUl-s8tHpD7jW8VawxRZoTDByhRp9xXHZdLG82hyy4XghyphenhyphenYTpJOrKhPFN-DqNRK1GkB_-Yp9KdtrmrwOr7DTUpPVCwpnhyphenhyphenEGOtEGAd6UQUs2xVTHmqhEIFQg/s1600/royal.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Bx5GO86juSFIV_alOh3UIW1MSaZx0p3RmGQpgKg-EWPzPImy7wWXnhNiJrfAaUEXEkzj3GZafi0TKcmayRAE0Bj_8SW71U-xxZiN7hm6EB_-s9opJf7w8w5C4KW8DAN4VUhnegiVKnU/s1600/grace.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17tDgKM0WonJhUYOljRJa5tnRqvOyiyIe_7ZKrYMPB2Rg_izbMf7xI2iNZKgAORJ8vn_4zrtfzv3eidwAiP3yysRXc8-EXUWG5FubW97DsuK7TN7EdRAPpQ6kBGIBiZxBiZ35Is3ykag/s1600/gracek.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQmDrPcdvAlfspihOzxuD05ZQ7UXqTGnqGjr7Di0Y8_t3oSrXpZaCjtkgEt_xGKsnnFgbEHNupA8nIzifzH-4uBmqjZdLtlzGXRBYp3849O5gOtraUYvBDVggO36OJik2VFR4NBaWUh84/s1600/royalweddings.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQmDrPcdvAlfspihOzxuD05ZQ7UXqTGnqGjr7Di0Y8_t3oSrXpZaCjtkgEt_xGKsnnFgbEHNupA8nIzifzH-4uBmqjZdLtlzGXRBYp3849O5gOtraUYvBDVggO36OJik2VFR4NBaWUh84/s400/royalweddings.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538049178870288370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjV_g-PJQ1dMb9wAthMl7iUl-s8tHpD7jW8VawxRZoTDByhRp9xXHZdLG82hyy4XghyphenhyphenYTpJOrKhPFN-DqNRK1GkB_-Yp9KdtrmrwOr7DTUpPVCwpnhyphenhyphenEGOtEGAd6UQUs2xVTHmqhEIFQg/s1600/royal.jpg"></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjV_g-PJQ1dMb9wAthMl7iUl-s8tHpD7jW8VawxRZoTDByhRp9xXHZdLG82hyy4XghyphenhyphenYTpJOrKhPFN-DqNRK1GkB_-Yp9KdtrmrwOr7DTUpPVCwpnhyphenhyphenEGOtEGAd6UQUs2xVTHmqhEIFQg/s1600/royal.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjV_g-PJQ1dMb9wAthMl7iUl-s8tHpD7jW8VawxRZoTDByhRp9xXHZdLG82hyy4XghyphenhyphenYTpJOrKhPFN-DqNRK1GkB_-Yp9KdtrmrwOr7DTUpPVCwpnhyphenhyphenEGOtEGAd6UQUs2xVTHmqhEIFQg/s1600/royal.jpg"></a>The best part is this image of the bride's lace train. It looks like bed of flowers floating behind her.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIgWhwM-yilOZCf0IH2f7IjuMGTO6SMGhwgNsCeOrKyfm31WhyNG7hTn9eT3aYYqjYCR5Avjs-xMDZThuJXVr_LoZ15NfubOKFEITfhqs5QnLQYMeVlHNdpoUYYE-GcR-L3O7ucT4hUc/s1600/victoria.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIgWhwM-yilOZCf0IH2f7IjuMGTO6SMGhwgNsCeOrKyfm31WhyNG7hTn9eT3aYYqjYCR5Avjs-xMDZThuJXVr_LoZ15NfubOKFEITfhqs5QnLQYMeVlHNdpoUYYE-GcR-L3O7ucT4hUc/s400/victoria.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538049839657229906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 95px; " /></a>I stuck these in here mostly because of its adorable backstory. This beautiful princess, fell in love with her personal trainer. Out of all the pictures I shuffled through, the emotions in these seemed the most genuine. Everyone looks happy and love. </div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1-2BHaurCOhM8BSvaKrIrb4TDQcfzMlqxdMLLJkuRGNJG6GYCtlfymi_i50S4dvK3d3OYpv9Rl7cyTYEdkNXbt0IcYLSIWaZVK_iDIAoYnu41iWVNerBUNPE67EJoOf6ur_KY_mQiD5E/s1600/kennedy.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1-2BHaurCOhM8BSvaKrIrb4TDQcfzMlqxdMLLJkuRGNJG6GYCtlfymi_i50S4dvK3d3OYpv9Rl7cyTYEdkNXbt0IcYLSIWaZVK_iDIAoYnu41iWVNerBUNPE67EJoOf6ur_KY_mQiD5E/s400/kennedy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538050119234341202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px; " /></a></div><div>And then of course we have American Royalty. I could not resist. The Kennedys' marriage didn't really work itself out into something beautiful, but rather something filled with secret affairs and ugliness (similar to many other high-profile weddings) only to end in a tragic assassination. The mystery and darkness behind the classic all-American façade really adds an extra appeal to the Kennedys' style (as disturbed as that sounds).</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-19923066312615947792010-11-04T15:24:00.000-07:002010-12-19T15:33:07.824-08:00Peter Beard<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zVyaW3FLP3hTfD_HZv7zeLu8YAb1ysMVqCEW6tbkT02HN-B8dPOku9BDLAQAvTotBhJMP1SiwwUbmHmlmdgvsBiEWYVla-RP2AdJmJV5Tb7Ne91qR5xE3cE3nU3iSdc3-azSJqSa32s/s1600/PeterBeard1.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpH6-HNLkDWWXhKhqU1pFlp_shVXNekjNueKAhEi5q0d7OZ8c36sd0Y25g_ZOeBahtFNT7qlBqbq91mnAP6IsbwpqFpkTK2V6UDe5RDUGhHh8271-KVvHHsegqOfPxGNZA0S5MtItkp4/s1600-h/eva-mendes-above-magazine-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpH6-HNLkDWWXhKhqU1pFlp_shVXNekjNueKAhEi5q0d7OZ8c36sd0Y25g_ZOeBahtFNT7qlBqbq91mnAP6IsbwpqFpkTK2V6UDe5RDUGhHh8271-KVvHHsegqOfPxGNZA0S5MtItkp4/s400/eva-mendes-above-magazine-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441955121998669426" /></a>I first saw Peter Beard's work in the Olsen Twins' Book <i>Influence</i> and have been hooked ever since. He's a master of a whole other realm of collage. Even though it's obviously affected, Beard's photographs appear to be completely untouched and natural. There's something animalistic in each picture's energy. Its hard to say exactly what it is that brings out the natural and alluring grit of each piece, but they just make me want to stare for hours.<div>I couldn't believe that I even forgot about Beard until I came across shots of Eva Mendes for Above Magazine.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1dfqP0la00oMlMHluSsr4_bIiICGWUlsI4BawxgcWymSyjw9BRZr0L1xUF0qpXi2gfXBK3rvjzwWPsJvpmRgi65g9c4BHVsGzxK0hQ9VW00VaIx-bH01rdHJQdrd_hGsP2vCaDs9Tbo/s1600-h/eva-mendes-above-magazine-02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1dfqP0la00oMlMHluSsr4_bIiICGWUlsI4BawxgcWymSyjw9BRZr0L1xUF0qpXi2gfXBK3rvjzwWPsJvpmRgi65g9c4BHVsGzxK0hQ9VW00VaIx-bH01rdHJQdrd_hGsP2vCaDs9Tbo/s400/eva-mendes-above-magazine-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441955102845489922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIa6yZ8P3uVSKhhVtI8rtBMSxqHLkRIixiPMCB-Kn1i-7_3y0hwGqEUR36q0kGAukjzJMJJ8YRV6kVTbybhidOWLyIRSRrc6FSgWlmIdS5PNvT-htcMHMypydIi2vvCqNefugwH5C1_Ps/s1600-h/eva-mendes-above-magazine-03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIa6yZ8P3uVSKhhVtI8rtBMSxqHLkRIixiPMCB-Kn1i-7_3y0hwGqEUR36q0kGAukjzJMJJ8YRV6kVTbybhidOWLyIRSRrc6FSgWlmIdS5PNvT-htcMHMypydIi2vvCqNefugwH5C1_Ps/s400/eva-mendes-above-magazine-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441955092234554114" /></a>This prompted some more re-exploration. Having lived in Africa for many years, Beard has been known to photograph wildlife but also several celebrities and supermodels like Iman, Mick Jagger, David Bowie, and Versuchka. Some of his own friends included Andy Warhol, Jackie Onasis, and Bianca Jagger. Bead's collages began in his young age and stemmed from his love for photography. Here are some more of my favorites to enjoy.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zVyaW3FLP3hTfD_HZv7zeLu8YAb1ysMVqCEW6tbkT02HN-B8dPOku9BDLAQAvTotBhJMP1SiwwUbmHmlmdgvsBiEWYVla-RP2AdJmJV5Tb7Ne91qR5xE3cE3nU3iSdc3-azSJqSa32s/s1600/PeterBeard1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5zVyaW3FLP3hTfD_HZv7zeLu8YAb1ysMVqCEW6tbkT02HN-B8dPOku9BDLAQAvTotBhJMP1SiwwUbmHmlmdgvsBiEWYVla-RP2AdJmJV5Tb7Ne91qR5xE3cE3nU3iSdc3-azSJqSa32s/s400/PeterBeard1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552535517098579570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEC92K9yR13tpa8h5lwoDQnHL0cOz-lioGRa255TCLzUtIcZpNs7VQ2rAB4-ARKPoeyrRpgj3IEznFDr_RZyoOfFU3EdQBgyzr9swts789cY-XjN3f7JxYAimSGv3dcFbhKhx2lJAXdv4/s1600/peterbeard2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEC92K9yR13tpa8h5lwoDQnHL0cOz-lioGRa255TCLzUtIcZpNs7VQ2rAB4-ARKPoeyrRpgj3IEznFDr_RZyoOfFU3EdQBgyzr9swts789cY-XjN3f7JxYAimSGv3dcFbhKhx2lJAXdv4/s400/peterbeard2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552535515486994322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-2464841692073720022010-10-28T20:47:00.000-07:002010-10-29T06:36:38.950-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNj8xKFceaybtK4N6Ilg_xP4c86tU44I8eodXPfsVg7NPTzkLYcqXaOa6H7n2dpDrUfpb5e_lOTSHkBA7JBe8s1UIjzUl2yXNvDO5amwvfj4guPGEMB8k8dHIi2x7NwMHo498nrOf681c/s1600/Oct28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNj8xKFceaybtK4N6Ilg_xP4c86tU44I8eodXPfsVg7NPTzkLYcqXaOa6H7n2dpDrUfpb5e_lOTSHkBA7JBe8s1UIjzUl2yXNvDO5amwvfj4guPGEMB8k8dHIi2x7NwMHo498nrOf681c/s400/Oct28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533461166238081954" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-47318104467888652112010-10-23T15:04:00.000-07:002010-11-04T13:00:12.331-07:00Mama Richie<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14jdthsqBAPswS7IE53RGtneQx_O_aMAB-J9cjKTwyNsdg-ZIv6gRwWFSnL2qIdq3pNenL1m4nj3q_UfIw_V6Ur9tatzEO24Q_TsKkIQ0R-XxlZ_29FXvpsAfH9AfHw-rjnAO2Ew4F_g/s1600/Nicole-and-family-in-People-Magazine-nicole-richie-8788021-700-959.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14jdthsqBAPswS7IE53RGtneQx_O_aMAB-J9cjKTwyNsdg-ZIv6gRwWFSnL2qIdq3pNenL1m4nj3q_UfIw_V6Ur9tatzEO24Q_TsKkIQ0R-XxlZ_29FXvpsAfH9AfHw-rjnAO2Ew4F_g/s400/Nicole-and-family-in-People-Magazine-nicole-richie-8788021-700-959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531366026186275426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqR33lLBnS-ld-Hq8vg9nx_MN2LZtRwaglyz_0uG_izqTOFy5MB4Vj3LhJoWNzzDkkmeNvrZG4ZZANl0rzBD15Uijk_jqz9IuPrAyKfwd9eaEnU7GozE-Q7hod42-v2I_ktPPW4wrE2Q/s1600/Nicole-and-family-in-People-Magazine-nicole-richie-8788022-700-952.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqR33lLBnS-ld-Hq8vg9nx_MN2LZtRwaglyz_0uG_izqTOFy5MB4Vj3LhJoWNzzDkkmeNvrZG4ZZANl0rzBD15Uijk_jqz9IuPrAyKfwd9eaEnU7GozE-Q7hod42-v2I_ktPPW4wrE2Q/s400/Nicole-and-family-in-People-Magazine-nicole-richie-8788022-700-952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531366025591529170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9WuDSqAdwjjbJvwMVpFMXLAzDS-JdfQITLk9EWgLX4VYtMioriVp8j820TXTR2SOQiz5Pb7c_foK0wYemo9yja6sNEuDcW5RQFE_2IEziHLgXJfVCse-2XUrFEFSz94lTCw-F6-_K80/s1600/Nicole-and-family-in-People-Magazine-nicole-richie-8788024-700-952.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9WuDSqAdwjjbJvwMVpFMXLAzDS-JdfQITLk9EWgLX4VYtMioriVp8j820TXTR2SOQiz5Pb7c_foK0wYemo9yja6sNEuDcW5RQFE_2IEziHLgXJfVCse-2XUrFEFSz94lTCw-F6-_K80/s400/Nicole-and-family-in-People-Magazine-nicole-richie-8788024-700-952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531366023612019938" border="0" /></a>I see that you're basically in love with this, it's okay me too. It's miraculous and heartwarming at the same time that the once notoriously wild Nicole Richie has been "tamed," for a lack of better words. Even with two babies by her side, Nicole is still as cool and funny as she was before. Maybe this time, even more. Reading the interview makes you feel all mushy and happy and actually, really jealous that your mom isn't Nicole Richie.<br />Maybe it's just my sick obsession with celebrity culture and life or actually, scratch that, just my obsession with celebrity that makes me love famous families and couples.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcZMzQ9LVJ7Qdu2hCXfEO2_qaj0AQJQLHnSiRiky3G2Bg8jTqjUP-9AIIT7HUH3eHzP8yarHqgZzgHZIEtraANKEg8kh95b9NAOZaM48p2C7dGCDIhdvblPpADAWJ2mg1St-jX1vOOag/s1600/celebrityfam.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcZMzQ9LVJ7Qdu2hCXfEO2_qaj0AQJQLHnSiRiky3G2Bg8jTqjUP-9AIIT7HUH3eHzP8yarHqgZzgHZIEtraANKEg8kh95b9NAOZaM48p2C7dGCDIhdvblPpADAWJ2mg1St-jX1vOOag/s400/celebrityfam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535783728660110066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 95px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-75982253774618996712010-10-14T17:42:00.000-07:002010-12-19T14:21:19.618-08:00Vanessa Hudgens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExaJ1MpEskHCqDkr1EmizImX3u7jDnkyNBaiUHVSFA2kHVsgdTrRJ7KbcyAmA1tB_StzZ3s3ISKMbulLIySn_RTy3eZngDtKkVqThdLGZZ2pHsiPlHm4quC3Xl6aPd4BeYvUF2p2SXRE/s1600/VANESSAH1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExaJ1MpEskHCqDkr1EmizImX3u7jDnkyNBaiUHVSFA2kHVsgdTrRJ7KbcyAmA1tB_StzZ3s3ISKMbulLIySn_RTy3eZngDtKkVqThdLGZZ2pHsiPlHm4quC3Xl6aPd4BeYvUF2p2SXRE/s400/VANESSAH1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505430872372841426" border="0" /></a>Vanessa Hudgens is possibly one of the cutest and coolest stars to be churned out by the Disney machine. Her claim to fame being the squeaky clean High School Musical trilogy hasn't held her back one bit. There is no question that I have a major style crush on Vanessa Hudgens.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiITpa82BsMQIzQWT0DnQFELLrEqcFQNY4PlqOCSauKUjWNkSC5PlUNXchy7Om_oYRZLYu1daqSQhXgnhqeBX_lM42-0d5zsc7deUMJ94dc289fHcp-w28bCoXUcKEDUkam0fZk_Et6Zp8/s1600/VANESSAH2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiITpa82BsMQIzQWT0DnQFELLrEqcFQNY4PlqOCSauKUjWNkSC5PlUNXchy7Om_oYRZLYu1daqSQhXgnhqeBX_lM42-0d5zsc7deUMJ94dc289fHcp-w28bCoXUcKEDUkam0fZk_Et6Zp8/s400/VANESSAH2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505430864186564962" border="0" /></a>It doesn't matter if Vanessa is dressing herself or being styled for magazines, her boho vibe still shines through. I have basically no words for how amazed I am by her style. I sound like I'm gushing, but really I'm not sure what else to say. Vanessa's outfits are relaxed but still have that wow factor all without looking too slouchy and messy. She's basically like an L.A. gypsy, but minus the stigma. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0z3xl9cRq9nEczh08m6mpX6m04ZjsCspa17Smn5GCoQmB4WnT2CcDnQBfcJ5P-BtbvkE7buZ4lCSHNljEmGtbBZqscfCzlrIwsMyv7CtHzjF_H8vJg-DXjxSbd1jLsFfSqw3LiBNF2z4/s1600/VANESSAH3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0z3xl9cRq9nEczh08m6mpX6m04ZjsCspa17Smn5GCoQmB4WnT2CcDnQBfcJ5P-BtbvkE7buZ4lCSHNljEmGtbBZqscfCzlrIwsMyv7CtHzjF_H8vJg-DXjxSbd1jLsFfSqw3LiBNF2z4/s400/VANESSAH3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505430855282587666" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-74120425437846635922010-10-06T11:26:00.000-07:002010-11-13T09:09:31.240-08:00Swaddled<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZN20e1np1_xIXlvblDHPH37b4ArO9P_X99LJw7us5XlYsB3T1hlO8s3mJGKiS0qballnZcjApkSoPZUENYvKL9SkzhepWhNBGtSE40QpnUsYtBEv_-xER44_7UKv7EnoPaLemz9X7bp4/s1600/Bundle1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZN20e1np1_xIXlvblDHPH37b4ArO9P_X99LJw7us5XlYsB3T1hlO8s3mJGKiS0qballnZcjApkSoPZUENYvKL9SkzhepWhNBGtSE40QpnUsYtBEv_-xER44_7UKv7EnoPaLemz9X7bp4/s400/Bundle1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525002088896879858" /></a>Like everything else I've posted on here lately, these shots by Steven Meisel for Vogue Italia are old news. I've had them saved to my computer's limited memory for a while, I just couldn't let these go. These pictures of beautiful, rugged and dirty people were just too captivating. A cross somewhere between hobo-chic and "My Side of the Mountain", these pictures made what looked like pieces collected from a late night salvation army rummage beautiful.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGcm5pADOC99-AFlnbDLKxQ0AHuMNEFSDe8WY9vFVeY2JIXHXNHt4l0L8dp9SH59HJp995T3jEkrUfwhC5a7GOKncLIGbYZhwDTa8RLqWWQhHYJUQ7Jb1UnSyWeyHiSWQPe7gJMeEnmk/s1600/Bundle2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGcm5pADOC99-AFlnbDLKxQ0AHuMNEFSDe8WY9vFVeY2JIXHXNHt4l0L8dp9SH59HJp995T3jEkrUfwhC5a7GOKncLIGbYZhwDTa8RLqWWQhHYJUQ7Jb1UnSyWeyHiSWQPe7gJMeEnmk/s400/Bundle2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525001443760844098" /></a>And of course, I had to add in anything and everything that crossed my mind while looking at these pictures. Japanese tattoos, giant bunnies, you know, the usual. I saw everything in these photographs from samurai warriors, to the abominable snow man, to giant rabbits, and even the pilgrims of Plymouth Rock.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-24957218919822486262010-09-25T22:45:00.000-07:002010-09-25T13:35:13.583-07:00Olivia Palermo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUvhW1BgE2O3SmnKjKGSbRzz34xsobGbsRwufW3H1TNBV5NcJSi2eUpNIFqXGrzAA5oKiW40JvHmbqbBlAOUlhDSVy9tKa5UZpSYLEkqzKKG1wlXgyjntoiOrGIE-AFUHCICoERJTRZU/s1600/Olivia+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUvhW1BgE2O3SmnKjKGSbRzz34xsobGbsRwufW3H1TNBV5NcJSi2eUpNIFqXGrzAA5oKiW40JvHmbqbBlAOUlhDSVy9tKa5UZpSYLEkqzKKG1wlXgyjntoiOrGIE-AFUHCICoERJTRZU/s400/Olivia+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517755109125311730" /></a><div>Lets just take a moment to give Just Jared a round of applause for being the number one distracting agent of my life. Not only has he successfully pulled me away from hours of productive work, but he has also fed my addiction to the internet. But it is post like these that make me remember, why all this unhealthy activity is worth it after all.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrCxZ6gU7ROXbXqBs9r8gjt2Wm0byUlLoaT00qd9AjcnLA6L6_kXr8yNgaaFDZSS6nFP81eu4Ip8lfdleYG-6QQdLt0ZWhvcHlDoD1PwVpKSxSwYpm26lNTuUBh6xMyuhDhc-YxqHlMeY/s1600/Oliva+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrCxZ6gU7ROXbXqBs9r8gjt2Wm0byUlLoaT00qd9AjcnLA6L6_kXr8yNgaaFDZSS6nFP81eu4Ip8lfdleYG-6QQdLt0ZWhvcHlDoD1PwVpKSxSwYpm26lNTuUBh6xMyuhDhc-YxqHlMeY/s400/Oliva+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517754994176119170" /></a>Olivia Palermo, the infamous <i>Ice Queen</i> of MTV's reality show The City is is equal parts beauty and style. This spread in ASOS <b>killed</b> me. Just when you think whatever Oliva Plaermo wears can't get any better, this magazine's creative styling team puts her in converse sneakers - something I imagined I'd ever see.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hBHgJyEplz2hBmxKDvLT9j8KCe297yV53MZvkTpbL-YISV4o_sQUTb3gJAiX83fdh3LOhcZkHjmzL-sUeL45Zc6vT57Zhi83Bgtxa_jIJt2Y-vwtCF45fKQHq_06i5ooD-2rLwZom9M/s1600/olivai+3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hBHgJyEplz2hBmxKDvLT9j8KCe297yV53MZvkTpbL-YISV4o_sQUTb3gJAiX83fdh3LOhcZkHjmzL-sUeL45Zc6vT57Zhi83Bgtxa_jIJt2Y-vwtCF45fKQHq_06i5ooD-2rLwZom9M/s400/olivai+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517754979248536610" /></a>So yeah yeah yeah, this is old, but that doesn't mean it's still not INCREDIBLE.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizixAgSI-dWj1qVcNGNwb54Uln5CZLfGscut-3tT-bXuSCY6FhSJXRXX35BXRpz4CheWGHw-ZJ1Xa7-YzEo5XcD5vB4X2vliyhSOZRGcphqE4Dum3rCyieDtNVnIK1fi7WCbmeOgoTkjs/s1600/Oliva+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizixAgSI-dWj1qVcNGNwb54Uln5CZLfGscut-3tT-bXuSCY6FhSJXRXX35BXRpz4CheWGHw-ZJ1Xa7-YzEo5XcD5vB4X2vliyhSOZRGcphqE4Dum3rCyieDtNVnIK1fi7WCbmeOgoTkjs/s400/Oliva+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517754971585788402" /></a>Eventhough we should all know it was already there, it's still ncie to know that Ms. Palermo hass a rounded out personality unlike her flat and single-faceted persona on television. It's always strange how magazines make you feel like you have insight on famous people. The article makes me want to meet Olivia even more, and add a new subscription to my never ending list. If only I weren't so broke...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNzg5ptjZSWY1KGjKGyHdyVm-EYiyNUpT14nBdDl4z4ZPmeOQzg4xmPNaEABNTAC0lg5CwFQgisxR5HvgpujTrbYsPRlG71MMTza5A-35JWpBOlcNnIMJtQeQay3zMFP0M-FuRfLJ5RQ/s1600/olivia-palermo-asos-magazine-spread-10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNzg5ptjZSWY1KGjKGyHdyVm-EYiyNUpT14nBdDl4z4ZPmeOQzg4xmPNaEABNTAC0lg5CwFQgisxR5HvgpujTrbYsPRlG71MMTza5A-35JWpBOlcNnIMJtQeQay3zMFP0M-FuRfLJ5RQ/s400/olivia-palermo-asos-magazine-spread-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517754961188929682" /></a>I love Oliva's "favorites" of New York City. Why aren't I living there?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMaeJOjV2vPMvqieyEr5V9RLn4Jhi4lNy81Z6PdoEE6O5raC6qTC4mQ3tvP8dv1yG-Hm0xyOTVPeMZOnpDJ_ni74utPvVAtMKYDKSnVw4F-11uQS0Dx4gnsGNyafkC8LCkad7r43Bkrg/s1600/olivia+5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoMaeJOjV2vPMvqieyEr5V9RLn4Jhi4lNy81Z6PdoEE6O5raC6qTC4mQ3tvP8dv1yG-Hm0xyOTVPeMZOnpDJ_ni74utPvVAtMKYDKSnVw4F-11uQS0Dx4gnsGNyafkC8LCkad7r43Bkrg/s400/olivia+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517754952863224834" /></a>Oh god. It's always pages like these that get me the worst. Behind the scenes action. This is where I need to be at too.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-39391424016049401852010-09-19T19:16:00.000-07:002010-09-25T13:12:51.444-07:00RJ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-0muG9Gk3dTp0yY3pxVSHkm01iMSHKpx6ZRNPXb0rvlIEyB0P2lmxi8N_mfWcEsvF2T4Q0ZJUgYui38WZcSuMaq9SqBu2ypdOg1sM-kMGjQCvYpd9KQk03EwIlKaNfSWpuKp3akuixw/s1600/RJ1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-0muG9Gk3dTp0yY3pxVSHkm01iMSHKpx6ZRNPXb0rvlIEyB0P2lmxi8N_mfWcEsvF2T4Q0ZJUgYui38WZcSuMaq9SqBu2ypdOg1sM-kMGjQCvYpd9KQk03EwIlKaNfSWpuKp3akuixw/s400/RJ1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823323799170050" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-0muG9Gk3dTp0yY3pxVSHkm01iMSHKpx6ZRNPXb0rvlIEyB0P2lmxi8N_mfWcEsvF2T4Q0ZJUgYui38WZcSuMaq9SqBu2ypdOg1sM-kMGjQCvYpd9KQk03EwIlKaNfSWpuKp3akuixw/s1600/RJ1.jpg"></a>So you know how there are those cool kids in your school that you totally wish you could be? This guy was one of them. Here are some of his lovely artworks to look at for inspiration, and so you can re-evaluate how cool you think you actually are. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-M4KVgo_REGhG7lKl-T4cppMXSS3RGjkXse31A17ZC1mLOTjlR_q-bZF4DC5DL-oxbc49OaxQaZTVTjYMlewR54qJhFeV3FMHdPvaRebvmnJiq3qwJPWLsE9LZ1EmG2ysHV_02Dk88CQ/s1600/RJ2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 95px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-M4KVgo_REGhG7lKl-T4cppMXSS3RGjkXse31A17ZC1mLOTjlR_q-bZF4DC5DL-oxbc49OaxQaZTVTjYMlewR54qJhFeV3FMHdPvaRebvmnJiq3qwJPWLsE9LZ1EmG2ysHV_02Dk88CQ/s400/RJ2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823314227214322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieF3gbH1M7ctpBuPV3REhcDGMerNVNLOb8tvXGNdI2JAiKpFwoAnhoi6LjuKABSDN95otYpf3w3FTi9DWz3sMPNZgoTAg4FffyspHCfyYEHeCc61zxijnEhS5umVPl63jXFapwVWZZgWo/s1600/RJ6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 57px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieF3gbH1M7ctpBuPV3REhcDGMerNVNLOb8tvXGNdI2JAiKpFwoAnhoi6LjuKABSDN95otYpf3w3FTi9DWz3sMPNZgoTAg4FffyspHCfyYEHeCc61zxijnEhS5umVPl63jXFapwVWZZgWo/s400/RJ6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823128462649730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnX9fYVyPoM4X1bzG-HLcym8tGx1kG3GPw1yHfuRF-O2TaIM1TEa1QY2tXCO_lqVxjwY5Kt4temSWwX2FgxlX-OHB8DFQceA0pnGrw9ziOtEU_qIzTxsTe4GyPa3Hn99WIZK3sbXzzJU/s1600/RJ3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnX9fYVyPoM4X1bzG-HLcym8tGx1kG3GPw1yHfuRF-O2TaIM1TEa1QY2tXCO_lqVxjwY5Kt4temSWwX2FgxlX-OHB8DFQceA0pnGrw9ziOtEU_qIzTxsTe4GyPa3Hn99WIZK3sbXzzJU/s400/RJ3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823113227175426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCElpzTSbQMVuIemQ6AGQkhlZR46DH1vR8mzRPLeL4YggHxUYRiBbOlLGBxZz8y6bec6Ob2btVm0eKV_DX60ONLPnXi5Zz3FmuUSoqYeoGsFGFzXTN0CC4c0yoyyze7Fw_lzu5iCkUFw/s1600/RJ4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCElpzTSbQMVuIemQ6AGQkhlZR46DH1vR8mzRPLeL4YggHxUYRiBbOlLGBxZz8y6bec6Ob2btVm0eKV_DX60ONLPnXi5Zz3FmuUSoqYeoGsFGFzXTN0CC4c0yoyyze7Fw_lzu5iCkUFw/s400/RJ4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823099085398946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hKRkhiTecif2ZUEKsNrGNbg5IjjeQ_nVSWQ7UfawGIv7_4hVYwGJQovRpWgtdd2q6PfcgAno8ZulPv8hvK_S9TW5Fmyz5Z-KjCH-25buFtDyhCxBnOhlFfJ64r1uvBSFJ4aE2SQ-bK8/s1600/n902385260_2811694_2446.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hKRkhiTecif2ZUEKsNrGNbg5IjjeQ_nVSWQ7UfawGIv7_4hVYwGJQovRpWgtdd2q6PfcgAno8ZulPv8hvK_S9TW5Fmyz5Z-KjCH-25buFtDyhCxBnOhlFfJ64r1uvBSFJ4aE2SQ-bK8/s400/n902385260_2811694_2446.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823091719623970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdssSRs2A9l_0ySZFvzt41fE3d1M5PLkQ7eG8_zLP8I2dazF4QE9i-ebQvhqWVwohqAC_Hn0hIvM8s8WZI92gbXUeux9FbLeWiQjQG8dm4eZ5-m1i0sx47tDnePLheMlXR21chKBsQuM/s1600/RJ5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdssSRs2A9l_0ySZFvzt41fE3d1M5PLkQ7eG8_zLP8I2dazF4QE9i-ebQvhqWVwohqAC_Hn0hIvM8s8WZI92gbXUeux9FbLeWiQjQG8dm4eZ5-m1i0sx47tDnePLheMlXR21chKBsQuM/s400/RJ5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518823076615902594" /></a><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-54033394497314697692010-09-16T20:58:00.000-07:002010-09-16T22:32:02.609-07:00Emma Watson<div>So this was a million years ago, but don't tell me you don't LOVE it. Oh Emma Watson, teach me how to be effortlessly gorgeous. Teen Vogue can never fail. NEVER! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJ7Z1fd4sKjFPRRYZpUqfSolg9KCfdxpkQcRdqlpHsIElWacCrq2BXcq-3Wxx9py4GHMOtY5p6_Jjt2qnZbeA7DB_JKudBAOPIboVMHphzSaFsxFfURJ98az1oi0w5pokk_ZV9S5QaXs/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJ7Z1fd4sKjFPRRYZpUqfSolg9KCfdxpkQcRdqlpHsIElWacCrq2BXcq-3Wxx9py4GHMOtY5p6_Jjt2qnZbeA7DB_JKudBAOPIboVMHphzSaFsxFfURJ98az1oi0w5pokk_ZV9S5QaXs/s400/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427198216596518194" /></a>SO, since these pictures were published Emma Watson has ...<div>a) been going to Brown University. [how this may fit into the timeline with accurate chronology is up for debate]</div><div>b) photographed for Burberry's F/W 2010 & S/S 2010 ads. [also scoring a hip musican boyfriend along the way]</div><div>c) worn some fabulous clothes and looked pretty like always.</div><div>d) finished filming the last enstallment of the Harry Potter serries.</div><div>e) starred in a music video with the aforementioned boyfriend.</div><div>f) chopped all her hair off.</div><div>WHEW. That was a lot. I'm really ashamed I'm so behind on the times.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsHm37rWgKKKLqWl65IHfJIagkkJaeuzEysS3TbSB6lfhI61k4ExbHJRx8anYAmYm1FE2lCNjqCb2Klj8i9UC8-IhArUR90epHvCHY5YXqy88RSpo189-0qWSoqQJwwF0MaU7OfDRDtw/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsHm37rWgKKKLqWl65IHfJIagkkJaeuzEysS3TbSB6lfhI61k4ExbHJRx8anYAmYm1FE2lCNjqCb2Klj8i9UC8-IhArUR90epHvCHY5YXqy88RSpo189-0qWSoqQJwwF0MaU7OfDRDtw/s400/Picture+17.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427198082753173378" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUsHm37rWgKKKLqWl65IHfJIagkkJaeuzEysS3TbSB6lfhI61k4ExbHJRx8anYAmYm1FE2lCNjqCb2Klj8i9UC8-IhArUR90epHvCHY5YXqy88RSpo189-0qWSoqQJwwF0MaU7OfDRDtw/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"></a>Mini Horses! Oh GOD, if only I could pet you guys right now. I guess I'll just have to settle for stroking my computer screen at the moment.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7bZBmRylcCz94nKWOOgXfyGrbXiuRP5PoNuT0LvcAlJJl7q5h77QPvSCGoU6F_YlPWh5KcZcqNhNsNyBB1XtEOalipO6qBB87ryaL63jVolPYlWilQYuXQwSEuF3bbCYuQJ4UKiQs7M/s1600-h/Picture+18.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7bZBmRylcCz94nKWOOgXfyGrbXiuRP5PoNuT0LvcAlJJl7q5h77QPvSCGoU6F_YlPWh5KcZcqNhNsNyBB1XtEOalipO6qBB87ryaL63jVolPYlWilQYuXQwSEuF3bbCYuQJ4UKiQs7M/s400/Picture+18.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427198069801704738" /></a>HAHA! No longer her boyfriend. </div><div>OH! and those leopard tights with that ruffled blouse. I can't even say..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmimGQQv2dgkhFA-XiWMVY8csa-EhKNk6w5lHs3-lNNnMA6Q8eyT0WUwkzX83N0XKtSF_GhX9r59XAZI-K8sr6JZ-o3OfCfAcoKuvn1tkgyKbp3qXc5rTpzQ7axt0oP8xRAx69rUp6lA/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmimGQQv2dgkhFA-XiWMVY8csa-EhKNk6w5lHs3-lNNnMA6Q8eyT0WUwkzX83N0XKtSF_GhX9r59XAZI-K8sr6JZ-o3OfCfAcoKuvn1tkgyKbp3qXc5rTpzQ7axt0oP8xRAx69rUp6lA/s400/Picture+19.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427198062208671122" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmmimGQQv2dgkhFA-XiWMVY8csa-EhKNk6w5lHs3-lNNnMA6Q8eyT0WUwkzX83N0XKtSF_GhX9r59XAZI-K8sr6JZ-o3OfCfAcoKuvn1tkgyKbp3qXc5rTpzQ7axt0oP8xRAx69rUp6lA/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"></a>This outfit makes me want to go on a hypothetical fox hunt and drink tea in the open English countryside. <i>Fantastic Mr. Fox</i> anyone?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8D-MsWytPa8MoTvR5v-XwSGl6W4v6MtUZrxw-4H96osGI6Qx6xgp-NFTQinZUqtOuOLCKJLUKck-7UJrnJ7x6JEPwg71bgoQ6UgXicdMpWAe9pZZ1fe5QIDr6Kqj45Hi8aRaqXrcG1_I/s1600-h/Picture+20.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8D-MsWytPa8MoTvR5v-XwSGl6W4v6MtUZrxw-4H96osGI6Qx6xgp-NFTQinZUqtOuOLCKJLUKck-7UJrnJ7x6JEPwg71bgoQ6UgXicdMpWAe9pZZ1fe5QIDr6Kqj45Hi8aRaqXrcG1_I/s400/Picture+20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427198056464776802" /></a>TULLE! </div><div>I'm just curious, who are your style icons and inspirations Emma Watson, cause you're definitely one of mine.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCK87V-r9TZtuHWyYmjI6fbruXUyGBLb2glxDvFFQU7LOnKLU6VxXjD_vCtYkgNL3V0paHhhfRcAjo_TP9HlSwVTvESoPN5HtDuuQa9fvPqdekuSK-74IEFhj-3_hmVYMAe3vEjd86Z8/s1600-h/Picture+21.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCK87V-r9TZtuHWyYmjI6fbruXUyGBLb2glxDvFFQU7LOnKLU6VxXjD_vCtYkgNL3V0paHhhfRcAjo_TP9HlSwVTvESoPN5HtDuuQa9fvPqdekuSK-74IEFhj-3_hmVYMAe3vEjd86Z8/s400/Picture+21.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427198048355983314" /></a><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3710372217399310461.post-16691200540788263232010-08-13T00:06:00.000-07:002010-08-13T00:07:58.908-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRXhKeMf0uLx-VZLmQpRpr6wX6uYowepmnFHIwJImlMCX5qytv0q1HSmwZFEj60RpdSZ2W5Q0OjyuYPw7j0hJcbjCakg3JklIKQssQYwkjLBev8oDcsqDhnXRSSSo4H35ZCL4Ac7dx-I/s1600/august+12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRXhKeMf0uLx-VZLmQpRpr6wX6uYowepmnFHIwJImlMCX5qytv0q1HSmwZFEj60RpdSZ2W5Q0OjyuYPw7j0hJcbjCakg3JklIKQssQYwkjLBev8oDcsqDhnXRSSSo4H35ZCL4Ac7dx-I/s400/august+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504787675985896258" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0