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Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Fashion is not a matter of temptation. Аccessories are like iconography-a way to express your individuality.
There are many things that people want more than anything in the world, but those are few who do remain a permanent desires, because of difficult feasibility. I think these people as weak. I think everyone should have a specific plan for themselves what will be what should not be. What is the border between fantasy and achievable absolute dream...Most little girls want to be princesses. The question is princesses of what.
Behind this word is hiding more than a doll with a crown. If you think, in fact every one of them dreams of being a famous. Lights everywhere ... flowers ... smiles, people. More or less everyone is famous for something or is good in something. If you are that peson, who's reading this, just smile everyone star what is a good smile. Standing up in front the mirror, try to find yourself, doesn't matter how rediculous youthink is that, just smile.
Learn the language of the world we encountered. Know what you want to be. Learn how to achieve it. And as you watch the top-don't fall.
It's easy...
Now let's answer the question what is a fashion model ...Becoming a model is like to become a PR of your own face. But like any profession, and here the competition is furious.In recent years, however, the term "beauty" has undergone metamorphoses of visual overload. Something typical, it has become something of a relatively. Photographers and advertising agencies today seek specific person. This, in turn, will also become something typical. But as the fashion world will rotate faster than anything else. The way from Dreams to the podium and the studio are very different. Sometimes beautiful things are dangerous.
Sometimes the dreams of a brilliant scene turned into cold sleep in the bed. You win you lose. Images, light, stylist and makeup artist...Cover. Review. And then what?
''I'm a model. I am a model. I am beautiful. I love myself and everybody loves me. Life is beautiful''
There is a place to be beautiful means to bi lonely. There is nothing. Things must change.
Behind this word is hiding more than a doll with a crown. If you think, in fact every one of them dreams of being a famous. Lights everywhere ... flowers ... smiles, people. More or less everyone is famous for something or is good in something. If you are that peson, who's reading this, just smile everyone star what is a good smile. Standing up in front the mirror, try to find yourself, doesn't matter how rediculous youthink is that, just smile.
Do not talk loud, highlighting yourself, but with a tone that shows who you are, not what your ....
Be yourself and avoid trouble with gossip people. Any action can be misunderstood. Every glance speaks.
Sometimes the dreams of a brilliant scene turned into cold sleep in the bed. You win you lose. Images, light, stylist and makeup artist...Cover. Review. And then what?
''I'm a model. I am a model. I am beautiful. I love myself and everybody loves me. Life is beautiful''
Ms. Waldorf
Blair’s style is very classic, preppy, and polished. She always looks as if she stepped out of a department store window; her outfit is flawless, and she never has a hair out of place. Blair’s fashion sense is definitely the quintessential upper-east-side stereotype, and she’s not ashamed of it!
Blair would never step outside with unwashed hair, wear an outfit that didn’t match, or buy anything “distressed” or “boho chic.” That said, here are some of Blair’s signature looks, pieces you can almost always catch Ms. Waldorf wearing around the streets of Manhattan.
In her hand, Blair has a long purple clutch. I know that red and purple can look fun together, but DEAR GOD why did she have this purple clutch? It should be black or oh God, any other color. I’d take blue or yellow or anything else. I think the problem is that it’s not even purple. It’s a magenta – not quite a pink. It just clashes. I refused to do purple, and gave you a cool red clutch instead. (She’s also wearing flip flops. Since I haven’t seen the episode when I’m writing this, I have no clue if there’s a storyline plot that tells us why she’s dressed so oddly. If we never see her feet, maybe that’s why Leighton is wearing just black flip flops. Makes for a seriously odd photo, though!) So, let’s dress like Blair Waldorf for less! And step 1 for how to dress like Blair Waldorf for less? Just have a GOOD EYE For what looks expensive, even when it isn’t. Look for what’s on sale and you can find great stuff for less.
Go Parisian with Blair Waldorf’s (Leighton Meester) style choice for her trip. Here, we see her wearing a white dress with large black (or are they navy?) polka dots. The dress I found (for less) has a romantic edge to it because doesn’t just cling to the body, it has ruffles and layers. You might also consider this Tahari Dress, this Polka Dot Puff Sleeve Top, or this Silk Blouse.
I’m not sure Blair would wear these heels if she knew they were by Steve Madden, but I loved the rich look they give, so I included them. The Jessica McClintock purse I do like, although now I think that’s not the best picture of it. The sequins are more subtle. All in all, this harnesses Blair’s Gossip Girl fashion!
Squishee Hat $150 at ericjavits.com Dress: Bettie Page “Captain” Navy Blue Wiggle Dress $125 at bluevelvetvintage.com
Bag: Vintage Louis Vuitton Cannes in red epi leather $345-$485 on eBay
Shoes: Yves Saint Laurent
xoxo
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Once upon a time, once upon a time.
At that time, everybody was tall, thin and blond. Everybody posed, everybody gave you a look. But she was different. She was the first one who... moved. They all try to do it now...give you an attitude...but she invented it. She always followed her instincts...no matter where they took her. It was probably the best and the worst thing about her. With her, it was always about the sex...every look, every move, every minute. Every day. Sex. They were jealous of her.They still are. That's why they say those things. She would come on to everybody, but it was really innocent. I mean, nobody was ever really offended by it. I don't think it had anything to do with sex. Even when she was sleeping around, sex was not the goal. Sex wasn't really an issue.
- You can handle anything that comes your way.You do be the prettiest, prettiest girl. You do be that.
- Do l? Do l be the prettiest?
In fact, talking at all is not really required in this profession...or even encouraged. Anything you might have to say you say through the camera...the image,and hopefully the product.What comes out of your mouth
is totally irrelevant.Understood? Now, this is a career. This is a future. This is a life... if you want it.
Dear Diary, this is my life.
- Next one!
- Thank you and fuck you. Bye.
- Yeah, I go see, I go see.
- Nobody sees me.
- Ah, piece of meat, come here. Show me your bag.
And they stick their finger in you.
- I just wanna taste your temperature.
Every photograph makes a promise, and the promise is never kept. Look brain damaged. That's what makes a photo great. And if the promise is sex...Then you really have something...good.
Once upon a time...in a kingdom far, far away...there lived a young girl...whose hair was made of gold. When the people in the village saw her, they said... "Oh, how beautiful she is." And they showed her
a beautiful house...on the planet Mars. And they said, "Come and live here forever." And the young girl said... "Oh, Mars is a planet where life's different... safe, clean and pretty." But... But how do you get there? Where do you find a taxi? Which bus do you take? Right? And how do you know you're there when you're there?
Dear Book, this is another day in the life. A life is like a book.
A book is like a box. A box has six sides, inside and outside. So how do you get to what's inside? How do you get what's inside out? Once upon a time, there was a very pretty girl...who lived in a beautiful box and everybody loved her.
Once upon a time...
You know, all of a sudden, her face was just everywhere. But, you know, every model has a moment...I mean, the ones who make it at all. And being of the moment is everything in fashion. Fashion is not art. Fashion isn't even culture. Fashion is advertising...and advertising is money. And for every euro you earn, someone has to pay.
"Once upon a time,
there was a girl with golden hair...who went to live in a beautiful house." Always the same story. Always different, always the same. But the people in the village were very poor...and every night, they crept into the house where the girl slept...and they cut off a piece of her golden hair...and they sold it for money. "She'll never even notice,"they said. And so, all the gold was gone from her head.
This is it.
This is what they was looking for. Every model has a moment-l mean, the ones who make it at all and whether or not they can parlay that moment...into some kind of a career-well, that's the gamble, isn't it? 'Cause the moment is a very short time. lt's here and then it's gone, just like most of these girls. They're here...and then they're gone.
Yes, life is so disappointing. Here you are. You have arrived. You are here. This is your moment. What do you have? You have pain. When you have everything...what do you have? You have nothing. When everything is right, everything is wrong. It's disappointing. It's confusing. This is life. What can you do?
And the people said...
'Oh, she's not beautiful at all.' And they took her from the beautiful house...and they drove her into the street. And she went away...and she never came back. And soon, people became hungry again...and they went back into the beautiful house...looking for gold, but there was no one there.''
They say she knew. She really knew. She knew the whole story.
Life and death...energy and peace. lf l stop today, it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes
that l have made...and would have unmade if l could. The pains that have burned me
and scarred my soul. lt was worth it...for having been allowed to walk where l've walked...which was to hell on Earth...heaven on Earth...back again, into, under...far in between, through it...in it and above.
''This is life, not heaven.You don't have to be perfekt''
There was a sadness behind those eyes, Its somthing how the eyes of a person tells deep dark hinding secrets about a person's personlity the windows of the soul of a human, not just an objekt...
''l think there's a reason for everything. And l think that there's a plan for everybody. And l think that God...has a big plan for me.Just not in this life.''
My dear, this is the end of my book. The last page, the last shot. Seeing you to say hello and good-bye. Seeing you to fill up all the empty...and smell and touch...and leave my kisses all over your face. You were the one. You were the only one. And you are amazing.
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