tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51330949927602716062024-01-08T09:19:19.031+01:00Fields of Fashion(style, beautiful people and more)MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-43703129248371305462009-12-07T10:50:00.009+01:002009-12-07T11:09:29.713+01:00EleGaNTLy wASTED - subscribe to my new blog !<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTH7o4krGWVd8I3amvO4QjrsvGKc2B_APfXw1Hpw9O06Qnss7hw3dFxxmKN3-zkdmZpiAGKq1n-u9x8KdOBlYFljhUdxv0Y_esfJt7k13Rh9NnXe6pJMngoNjVsoP4UL8K9RbuDaL-A/s1600-h/EW091205IMG_0106.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/AVvXsEgRTH7o4krGWVd8I3amvO4QjrsvGKc2B_APfXw1Hpw9O06Qnss7hw3dFxxmKN3-zkdmZpiAGKq1n-u9x8KdOBlYFljhUdxv0Y_esfJt7k13Rh9NnXe6pJMngoNjVsoP4UL8K9RbuDaL-A/s400/EW091205IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412433680489947122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">©mara zampariolo</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Hi everyone, and thank you for subscribing. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">I have now moved to Typepad. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">From now on I will be posting every week - I promise ! - on the following blog:</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.elegantlywasted.typepad.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">www.elegantlywasted.typepad.com</span></b></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I have just posted a story featuring me at the supermarket </span></b>(more pictures on <a href="http://elegantlywasted.typepad.com/">my new blog</a>).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>I would like this new blog to become a web classic </b>just like Garance Dore, Sea of Shoes, Fashion Toast, Suzie Bubble etc... To do so, I need some love from you guys.. <i>please subscribe, link and comment.</i></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbNYIAx2-1tbUVinrXKw3nlNNWWho7ADMQr9OtW8f29CXAnTyxRT764YCoy-z851WBQ2rR5B8O_y8RM0CcLVZnRskbZeGhdq87J3H4eKnDOjmBkaAvLXrLDwZu0eQKbzKqaeBihv_W6Q/s1600-h/EW091205IMG_0138.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/AVvXsEjbNYIAx2-1tbUVinrXKw3nlNNWWho7ADMQr9OtW8f29CXAnTyxRT764YCoy-z851WBQ2rR5B8O_y8RM0CcLVZnRskbZeGhdq87J3H4eKnDOjmBkaAvLXrLDwZu0eQKbzKqaeBihv_W6Q/s400/EW091205IMG_0138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412431167538806834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">© mara zampariolo</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I will publish a small 'editorial' of roughly 10 pictures every week, its going to be either me or a stylish friend, with my punk rock take on fashion.</span></div><div><a href="http://elegantlywasted.typepad.com/"><br /></a></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://elegantlywasted.typepad.com/">eleGaNTLy wASTED - a junkie's style blog.</a> ... Courtney Loves it !</span></b></div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-90932835960511456702009-08-08T23:37:00.039+02:002009-12-26T16:21:06.192+01:00Speechless<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">(sorry, picture taken off upon request)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">all pics © Julien Mokrani</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hello my virtual friends.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had plans to write a post on the art of posing, or maybe just posting backstage videos from fellow photographers' shoots. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then, just like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5L9lmfvJR0A">Towelie</a>, I got high and I sort of <i>wandered off,</i> to find myself obsessed with f<i>rench</i> <i>charme</i>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What is french <i>charme</i>? Where does it come from? Is it somehow related to the uncanny ability to make more than 300 types of cheese, all of which fattening?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4QCqP6dnh4&hl=fr&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B4QCqP6dnh4&hl=fr&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All sort of questions rose to my mind when I realized that the organ I'm mostly attracted to in a person it's his/her brain.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Don't get me wrong: when I say "attracted" I do not mean some sort of intellectual admiration that involves red wine, cheap cigarettes and a bunch of old Woody Allen dvds.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I mean raw desire. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I mean wanting somebody just beacause of what he/she does.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Talking to such people may feel like an unfair match of strip poker, in which I am wearing 1,000 layers and they end up naked before I can spell <i>Rocquefort</i>.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo95BMVf-MmGNfY2gZoQPThn4Gn87w61uCPSrqLyGS4RqPz6XeAJ6VfjDmK2IHkQF6kcqKdQFsmusO9MVB-equpveDbJxdQo0DtQEFNFBOpC9Yz7y_nd8cSTwnFMZStQE9jhD1Y4X1iA/s1600-h/l_49c62fae98fa41eeb6b5eb2df25567b8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo95BMVf-MmGNfY2gZoQPThn4Gn87w61uCPSrqLyGS4RqPz6XeAJ6VfjDmK2IHkQF6kcqKdQFsmusO9MVB-equpveDbJxdQo0DtQEFNFBOpC9Yz7y_nd8cSTwnFMZStQE9jhD1Y4X1iA/s400/l_49c62fae98fa41eeb6b5eb2df25567b8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367749892466660082" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Such minds come in different body shapes, sizes and sexes, and I'd still .... you know.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's kinda disturbing but hey, last time I checked my grandma didn't read my blog. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So why can't I just drool over David Beckham in his Armani undies or some other random dude's sixpack? Why can't I be just another healthy gay man, and use the internet for what it was originally meant - jacking off to free porn?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hell no, I gotta fantisize on temperamental artists and their smarty-pants ways.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not that I've met many. I met two in my lifetime, insanely sexy brain carriers - a boy and a girl.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">They don't know each other and they probably don't even realize their minds make waves,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and this tsunami shakes me to the bone.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcowIVyrlozPIgiOl1sOMcmkJ3zxJz3zK7w4dcMKGJg7hsJdG8qTfdTaLJZy1kWBnIHFL_4C_44GJkFspNUr5KYLxxx3MSHrkn_duuy3JE3ro3DGt1bY_yHlVt2-C8tQCDnaYoiwBEHg/s1600-h/l_2322140a989348d3a3b86ea61c8c908e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcowIVyrlozPIgiOl1sOMcmkJ3zxJz3zK7w4dcMKGJg7hsJdG8qTfdTaLJZy1kWBnIHFL_4C_44GJkFspNUr5KYLxxx3MSHrkn_duuy3JE3ro3DGt1bY_yHlVt2-C8tQCDnaYoiwBEHg/s400/l_2322140a989348d3a3b86ea61c8c908e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367749839098353954" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So where does this <i>je ne sais pas quoi </i>come from? Is it innate? Is it something everyone can see or is it just in the eyes of the sucker?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I chain smocked my way through these questions and I couldn't find an answer, and now I'm outta grass and I still don't have the answers. I got a husky voice instead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know for sure part of the bewitching comes from the eyes. These people all have killer retinas. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">They gotta be tremendously gifted, the kind of talent that makes me forget to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1qHVVbYG8Y">feed my cats</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I could be jealous but somehow I am not at all. Their gift is so beautiful I can only nod and hope they won't read my mind (or blog).</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Tpad03EwoOEWemXHQ1tzBGPHls9ARTLP7hVYrsAFnkXgw7w6-O65w7mUDFDjjSCDVj_laB_RIDu5rkgALdWiqWf5B8LDUc_1f7Z3U-dD_lUEN-soecqCwoKt6HucW2thPbsVK8ZRNg/s1600-h/l_8407ae853a3445d189cced81ef8725c2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Tpad03EwoOEWemXHQ1tzBGPHls9ARTLP7hVYrsAFnkXgw7w6-O65w7mUDFDjjSCDVj_laB_RIDu5rkgALdWiqWf5B8LDUc_1f7Z3U-dD_lUEN-soecqCwoKt6HucW2thPbsVK8ZRNg/s400/l_8407ae853a3445d189cced81ef8725c2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367749788033598882" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I just stare at the sparkle in their eyes whenever they talk on being the best about what they do one day. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Temperamental yet sweet, whenever I say something they don't like I can see a flame burst and the effort they put in trying not to lash out is enchanting.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can see a volcano erupting, and it's scary and awesome at the same time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My admiration is pure, and the fact that I was never able to express what I feel because I won't dare, is just making it sweeter.</div><div><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4tK2FnuhYMoa4yhtBVdlUg3dap9tI0CHVXXGONERU0ZkkYyOmyG0AH2ic-qATzAkreNyNLsszeKpcg9iG-scOhfQ3VQ4WxJfLxKVH4JZvbV0C76eF1GLsmUV5dueZ-b3E1WfNFxZBg/s1600-h/l_138a6680b3794f9a804c981a00a54cbf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4tK2FnuhYMoa4yhtBVdlUg3dap9tI0CHVXXGONERU0ZkkYyOmyG0AH2ic-qATzAkreNyNLsszeKpcg9iG-scOhfQ3VQ4WxJfLxKVH4JZvbV0C76eF1GLsmUV5dueZ-b3E1WfNFxZBg/s400/l_138a6680b3794f9a804c981a00a54cbf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367749229900387730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">all pics ©Julien Mokrani</span></div><div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(My arousal may not always be as pure but hey: at least it comes from a nice place).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So at 2,00A.M. I still do not know where this kind of </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">allure</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> is manufactured, I still cannot sleep, and I still cannot get a hold of my dealer (he must be doing the world tour in a hot-air balloon, and I guess I've been sponsoring him at least up to Japan).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But as my umpteenth useless saturday nights flows by,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> I'll have to admit </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">charme</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> was originally made in France, just as "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">allure</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">", "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">chic</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">", and all these words they drop with goddam </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">nonchalance</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Frenchies happen to know that the sexiest part of the human body it's the brain.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Why didn't they tell us before</span>?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5YOp-pRInfL2Kb_E4tVz6p2T2EQVpZ42tSBtD2XhDvfCWD63hDA4NcWcY7lSqi_PAuVzC3pobvw_MZWSb2mvu8gz6Uf54X1-xsX0RMRV8Hk_-X_9Hs28jc7vCxuBMsftmVZ75QAQxQ/s1600-h/l_1c89a0368b744e3cbb922ac5db55f6c5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5YOp-pRInfL2Kb_E4tVz6p2T2EQVpZ42tSBtD2XhDvfCWD63hDA4NcWcY7lSqi_PAuVzC3pobvw_MZWSb2mvu8gz6Uf54X1-xsX0RMRV8Hk_-X_9Hs28jc7vCxuBMsftmVZ75QAQxQ/s400/l_1c89a0368b744e3cbb922ac5db55f6c5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367749728374977410" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-76620159883679385682009-03-29T17:41:00.048+02:002009-03-31T13:29:13.938+02:00.... ... Lady looks like a Dude ... ....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-ZWsCzSQzdPFKv_e5t20Zzposr-Z0MmoTW1ypr8MC4uMU997yK_0NECKOLqLzLASQYCMqLXjgj4n6mOvpdcKQPJraKPyGRQSfmiJEiFjQ768xTO7CumdBTWnUFS2rgyeRquY5Lwf3Q/s1600-h/celia-antm-pola.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-ZWsCzSQzdPFKv_e5t20Zzposr-Z0MmoTW1ypr8MC4uMU997yK_0NECKOLqLzLASQYCMqLXjgj4n6mOvpdcKQPJraKPyGRQSfmiJEiFjQ768xTO7CumdBTWnUFS2rgyeRquY5Lwf3Q/s400/celia-antm-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318796397538915874" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Trannilicious!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Celia of ANTM 12</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">all Polaroids© Carrie Blaydes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Hi everyone, it's Marina Hermanovna, your italian lenswoman with a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">penchant</span> for blogging.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This post is about androgyny.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am afraid I got the inspiration from America's Next Top Model's 12, so if you thought only ignorant people watched this show... you were probably right, I am indeed getting stupider by the minute.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now picture me shaking my hips to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kLs16lfV0ug&feature=PlayList&p=1BBF9C4D092D7CCF&index=0">Tyra's infamous jingle</a> (@0:30") "Nananananana-Nanananananana - You wanna be on top?" W<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ho's getting dumber by the minute now?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's a couple of things I wanted to say about this show before you either fall apleep on your keyboard or you start banging your head against it until it bleeds.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- ANTM it's disgusting. It's addicting. It's like an obese woman dancing naked in your livingroom. You don't really want to, still you can't help it: you have to watch.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Young people should stay away from it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> I find myself refreshing my Youtube home page in the middle of the night. The re-refreshing it. Damn, the latest episode is not online yet... I thought only Ebay could do this to me. Scary.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjWJ4H-xyC3zBSUau4yUSQjJIgqEcjZORzX_MIHNDjYfC5wi1pSkqNoWBeG0nzIqrlR6__A9eKKqT78r8JJNujqaVt2PL4U9vL4HpUxCjEwFcF1H0Q4fySFi8oul8t00f2DdWSwU6WQ/s1600-h/celia-antl-12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjWJ4H-xyC3zBSUau4yUSQjJIgqEcjZORzX_MIHNDjYfC5wi1pSkqNoWBeG0nzIqrlR6__A9eKKqT78r8JJNujqaVt2PL4U9vL4HpUxCjEwFcF1H0Q4fySFi8oul8t00f2DdWSwU6WQ/s400/celia-antl-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318759726074793186" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">- The day Nigel Barker will be a "noted fashion photographer" I'll be the first woman walking on Mars. Wearing Manolos. And a clutch. Walking a chihuahua. Who'd be wearing custom made Louboutins. And its matching mini-clutch. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Tyra, do you hear me? Stop ridiculing Nigel with this whole "noted fashion photographer" thing. Famous photographer do not participate in such programmes - they are way too busy shooting! They have agents! They do editorials for edgy magazines! They do not need to remind everyone that they are famous, because being famous is about people<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> already </span>knowing who you are!</span></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTxx0L7llVtQe6INm3LzPwEuhWeu8gcX1ksS-aXBdaW2zI6hx5hHhp98XcLv1vYCcobtnjFxR1belwKmNBp4FqG6-KSOL8v6mXtNhYSY1NoP8TqQEHB8QJKeV0nraSc81IwHiq7YYdQ/s1600-h/celia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTxx0L7llVtQe6INm3LzPwEuhWeu8gcX1ksS-aXBdaW2zI6hx5hHhp98XcLv1vYCcobtnjFxR1belwKmNBp4FqG6-KSOL8v6mXtNhYSY1NoP8TqQEHB8QJKeV0nraSc81IwHiq7YYdQ/s400/celia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318642363891614418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTwnWbrjEE_vsXV0VFkqRwZfxTKAXX31qNC2_3ezYGT_gFtpyqnJ2dVHhUEnxAU6RIqGWYw6TVVbbq9P6x4k_vmeTFGHgqCBsitDsxTxJteCmvWcZHfdc1ohku3Mf2XvfeINP4dc6aA/s1600-h/celia-polaroid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzTwnWbrjEE_vsXV0VFkqRwZfxTKAXX31qNC2_3ezYGT_gFtpyqnJ2dVHhUEnxAU6RIqGWYw6TVVbbq9P6x4k_vmeTFGHgqCBsitDsxTxJteCmvWcZHfdc1ohku3Mf2XvfeINP4dc6aA/s400/celia-polaroid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318758866736734034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">all Polaroids © Carrie Blaydes<br /></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Paolo Roversi is a famed lensman. Peter Lindbergh is. Juergen Teller is. <a href="http://www.managementartists.com/#portfolio=&artist=CAMILLA_KRANS">Camilla Akrans is</a>. Solve Sundsbo is. Alessandro dal Buoni is. <a href="http://www.cecile-bortoletti.com/">Cécile Bortoletti</a> is. These are truly talented and successful photographers. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">WARNIG: Please rince your eyes several times with any of <a href="http://www.managementartists.com/#portfolio=&artist=">these true artists' work</a> before jeopardizing your retinas by staring at Mr. Barker's pictures.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some of Celia's ANTM work <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"click on the pic to enlarge it!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwL40oFVwOfamCs1Fex6e_pI1ydCrOL7UTbwL3Kx5rKdK4kGA3r1AYsxxVTlk9CXDUvJr0sFWdXmB7uychHnsT8nO_MgDitg7ucpPeFoxOJ-mtcynWOIrTHN9Mw8rooLx9zgX235xgGA/s1600-h/d2ecf_2hq4b9x.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/AVvXsEhwL40oFVwOfamCs1Fex6e_pI1ydCrOL7UTbwL3Kx5rKdK4kGA3r1AYsxxVTlk9CXDUvJr0sFWdXmB7uychHnsT8nO_MgDitg7ucpPeFoxOJ-mtcynWOIrTHN9Mw8rooLx9zgX235xgGA/s400/d2ecf_2hq4b9x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318759215028860402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">photo © Mike Rosenthal</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLJ-9gjATMhH3ZI0SxXgbpql5pls-lm5NDFAsPkKpXRggBPULEjGB8m1MMnZ_NG1shSbbNz1Uqtzln9ssrkQorOXaPV-3awhyCBuugM-I2LONRRRhLqyKqWb7q4NfeLipd5qRbW4TpQ/s1600-h/celia-fadil-berisha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLJ-9gjATMhH3ZI0SxXgbpql5pls-lm5NDFAsPkKpXRggBPULEjGB8m1MMnZ_NG1shSbbNz1Uqtzln9ssrkQorOXaPV-3awhyCBuugM-I2LONRRRhLqyKqWb7q4NfeLipd5qRbW4TpQ/s400/celia-fadil-berisha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318760679622775442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">phot</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">o© Fadil Berisha</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyMaEAjKWweJmGcEpio43HXnMQGyK2lsK-18KbfroOLH3vznYhcsbdbiJguA4OPbu7wD05c2A8vof-LlVzrhcZ4JRnTqsITPND1NvZJKBUu9m3olQ9GwUYN0liBYvjA7tJXDumGz2bw/s1600-h/celia-brian-edwards.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyMaEAjKWweJmGcEpio43HXnMQGyK2lsK-18KbfroOLH3vznYhcsbdbiJguA4OPbu7wD05c2A8vof-LlVzrhcZ4JRnTqsITPND1NvZJKBUu9m3olQ9GwUYN0liBYvjA7tJXDumGz2bw/s400/celia-brian-edwards.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318760671359799202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">photo© Brian Edwards</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nigel is neither talented nor successful, I guess we are not going to see any of his work on Dazed and Confused or on I-D anytime soon.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(just take a look at his <a href="http://www.studionb.com/">horrific website; </a>the most "high fashion" shoots he did are in fact ANTM's, and the big budgets and Tyra's artistic direction barely cover up his blatant lack of talent. The rest is... let's just say <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">any</span> TopShop <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">lookbook</span> looks <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">way better than anything he did.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">. <a href="http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2008/02/nigel_barker_is_a_real_photogr.html">Here's NY Mag take on Mr. Barker as a photog: it</a> brings the ROFLS).</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Tyra Banks knows a thing or two when it comes to scouting ugly-pretty models</span>. Here's two of my favorites:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Allison aka "Bride of Chucky":</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1B8dQC4Yis1HZapeyC95jcRkweaWXZt5pGkZK7YewEgazzq0_lBRt2DfEIO5abXDDI0nTQeX1PE5EHdm8hsNRLEmOo8Re42-MDx7jZ5LdytUxSzyUlrcZqq7P1l6_y4rzakzeK5hz6A/s1600-h/Bride-of-Chucky-Poster.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1B8dQC4Yis1HZapeyC95jcRkweaWXZt5pGkZK7YewEgazzq0_lBRt2DfEIO5abXDDI0nTQeX1PE5EHdm8hsNRLEmOo8Re42-MDx7jZ5LdytUxSzyUlrcZqq7P1l6_y4rzakzeK5hz6A/s400/Bride-of-Chucky-Poster.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318715404028820818" /></a><br /></div><div>... and Celia aka "Walter's twin sister". </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Girfriend totally looks like my boyfriend</span>! And I like her! How creepy is this? </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlO5qhmt_167YyoqhWwj21v6_mp9c9TAGugInHskmlI1j0mdlb6H5tgSGHnGMYqC1W60Ptt37rQvcJujMneVtW-90FZzFrmgEbtOdK-aY23BEuax6dmhl0JvL54gj3Wh5n7amDbYSRbQ/s1600-h/wally2.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/AVvXsEjlO5qhmt_167YyoqhWwj21v6_mp9c9TAGugInHskmlI1j0mdlb6H5tgSGHnGMYqC1W60Ptt37rQvcJujMneVtW-90FZzFrmgEbtOdK-aY23BEuax6dmhl0JvL54gj3Wh5n7amDbYSRbQ/s400/wally2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318706406898991666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Celia from ANTM 12 looks like my boyfriend!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They even smile the same way...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">More photographic evidence: same high cheeckbones, square jaw, strong chin, short nose with a small hump, masculine forehead, deep inset eyes, see-through eyebrows, (and yes, he is blonder than he looks in this pic and of course he's got blue eyes).</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrghh36P6BTBkzKgthJMlqMfD4YbNOFsYxr8TAP6MsoA0VAxxjL6VCb2gg2W7hOfbYW_clPakMgUt8Td0uOrhT8qpkNffGCTZQ7XXVa95OjUbVMBnZ4rgqx2qSDhbTumUlbfgNZqpL3g/s1600-h/wally4.jpg"><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/AVvXsEjrghh36P6BTBkzKgthJMlqMfD4YbNOFsYxr8TAP6MsoA0VAxxjL6VCb2gg2W7hOfbYW_clPakMgUt8Td0uOrhT8qpkNffGCTZQ7XXVa95OjUbVMBnZ4rgqx2qSDhbTumUlbfgNZqpL3g/s400/wally4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318718068450528818" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Tyra Banks also knows how to entertain people = keep the ratings high.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">why she keeps on casting</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> "rating girls", models that have little to zero potential of making it in the real fashion industry<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">, and she knows. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">This season is all about Tahlia. The girl is a burn victim (and needs to shed a few pounds as well, or add a few and become a plus size). I wouldn't recommend her to take up modelling.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">This is the one job who made the most beautiful women in the world feel insecure about their looks.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">The girl is already quite insecure: why baby girl, why? There are a million other ways to feel beautiful, and she probably chose the only job who is going to make her feel uglier than ever (I felt ugly when sitting at a casting sorrounded by 150 drop-dead cute girls, and I didn't have scars..). Tahlia, if you are reading this: they are using you and your story to make them richer, they do not believe in you as a model. No agency will hire a model with such big scars, believe me. Do something else - you can be beautiful without being a model, you know.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So if you ask me who would I like to shoot from ANTM cycle 12 the answer is....</div><div style="text-align: justify;">.. trannylicious Celia!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAg_TX7yZwQXXeTeP3Eytlwc1qXQoc4Cj4S8_S4m26NC4qAgbDk4ML6dYIPewe7sKjukY8tRZsfBr0aKmdwSKikvkz2D1GeTeYvnK5ZTU84TvmNY02NAgl5jsPNQRfsyIQ09NaIqv7YA/s1600-h/celia-antm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAg_TX7yZwQXXeTeP3Eytlwc1qXQoc4Cj4S8_S4m26NC4qAgbDk4ML6dYIPewe7sKjukY8tRZsfBr0aKmdwSKikvkz2D1GeTeYvnK5ZTU84TvmNY02NAgl5jsPNQRfsyIQ09NaIqv7YA/s400/celia-antm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318765555497172930" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">photo © Carrie Blaydes<br /></div></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Lady looks like a dude, just like me. She's my favorite (Allison is in my wish list as well). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Since the very beginning of the show poor Celia has been targeted as "manly"</span>, as you can see in many YouTube comments and <a href="http://blowing-kisses.com/2009/03/12/jim-gaffigan-look-a-like-on-antm-12/">blogs</a>. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">The bad news is that indeed, she looks like a man</span>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">The good news is she looks like a very hot one!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">Fashion loves us baby, don't you worry about a thing. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">This post is about us Ladies who look like we had a penis - r<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">emoved.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, androgyny it's rad. It has its own edgy UK magazine.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Greta Garbo was one of the first famous chicks to rock this look - just sayin'.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Besides, I do not understand this obsession with female models and "prettiness" at all. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pretty girls were made for straight boys. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Androgynous ferociousness was made for everybody else in fashion</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> (us 98% = women and gay guys) - and of course for the few straight boys who have a little fantasy and appreciate our unique beauty.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But androgyny need to be handled with care. If you have masculine features you want to look mysterious, not post-op she-male. The difference is all in the way you present yourself. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">A tranny is a man that tries hard to look feminine but cannot help having a square jaw: so if you keep you hair long with lots of make up and all the girly/sexy things you can buy, you won't look feminine, you'll just end up looking like a drag queen (see picture below....).</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihvPBhCsWb5chHweM9m-KyrmBZTG-DlC3JJyYGVv178rq7bwaZXr-F_sHurp3RRZYmxX_pUQi9Hjd6d3zbs7LySR-FxINj711P6e2xtk19vubuHCMt-jBlEr84JLtpItScGrazYerHvA/s1600-h/isabeli-fontana-viados.jpg"><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/AVvXsEihvPBhCsWb5chHweM9m-KyrmBZTG-DlC3JJyYGVv178rq7bwaZXr-F_sHurp3RRZYmxX_pUQi9Hjd6d3zbs7LySR-FxINj711P6e2xtk19vubuHCMt-jBlEr84JLtpItScGrazYerHvA/s400/isabeli-fontana-viados.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319309797962457906" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">Androginous babe's don'ts<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If you want to look androginous - which is neither trannilicious nor butch - you have to create some sexy ambiguity through unisex attire. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You are not a man. Yet you are not a woman. You are simply stunning.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the picture below some looks that always work in creating a hot androginous yet sexy look: gothic meets motorcycle gang, neoclassic dandy, lesbo-chic, 90's minimalism.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">NOTE</span>: If you still want to score a boyfriend, make sure you throw into your look one only hyper feminine item (I love to wear boyfriend jeans + checked shirt with heels and bad ass rings. But it can also be just about a sheer fabric, a bow, a necklace, a strap).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAEoDi-MfzWvhaqlZyomRwFKYvc7zgA55wTwlx3Opw_bGT_QqKwYXEiEYfBdSrFp8LWUn_cj9JwKFkEuRXAbAJla9Yqea-81IiaJn5soaf4384i7W5Am5p2oIIWVsr8N9XLnz4AwSTA/s1600-h/landrogionous-looks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAEoDi-MfzWvhaqlZyomRwFKYvc7zgA55wTwlx3Opw_bGT_QqKwYXEiEYfBdSrFp8LWUn_cj9JwKFkEuRXAbAJla9Yqea-81IiaJn5soaf4384i7W5Am5p2oIIWVsr8N9XLnz4AwSTA/s400/landrogionous-looks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319309613397996530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Androginous babe's dos...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What happens when I do not throw in such items? I get mistaken for a boy (a dozen of times in 2009...). </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here is a gallery of androginous top models plus some pictures of me. Enjoy.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6LuFP3PoMZKpgyQ9GL8AXhCkmGsMlemBrfcDWQD7z3UsthD454_D4PZLJHgRL4lHR1OB_tns0XSJSFDmcG4XlW0z1MR0E4UPzKKQp62cXxiaC5HjphCeW9HKFU4b7haSANT6Dyy2Mw/s1600-h/original+androgynous+models.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6LuFP3PoMZKpgyQ9GL8AXhCkmGsMlemBrfcDWQD7z3UsthD454_D4PZLJHgRL4lHR1OB_tns0XSJSFDmcG4XlW0z1MR0E4UPzKKQp62cXxiaC5HjphCeW9HKFU4b7haSANT6Dyy2Mw/s400/original+androgynous+models.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318726068208221138" /></a><br />Today's androginous female supermodels...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUjy4GgDAdAkqlIVIgDv2xgQJ-m8bQMI1R7ct0FpJ6SE5e8k1nUK10gr7W1ofCw7eh-HBpH-M59WxHM3rxY0jPOJKAXzBIJWjo23ryXBDZNFPHqaPCEu2AXtHpwcPy_LeCG3dw0mqiYQ/s1600-h/androgynous+models.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUjy4GgDAdAkqlIVIgDv2xgQJ-m8bQMI1R7ct0FpJ6SE5e8k1nUK10gr7W1ofCw7eh-HBpH-M59WxHM3rxY0jPOJKAXzBIJWjo23ryXBDZNFPHqaPCEu2AXtHpwcPy_LeCG3dw0mqiYQ/s400/androgynous+models.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318726875650724802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Yes, these are all female supermodels.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydAzA0YqfERgpcld146RZlWcDzJ7LwDL7TTQaMFt_Yppg6c8ZFHShbtl2RTifZgfi178oKrSkZ7CVv3WXFj1rkKVyEk9ngmyr7wNxqNvvHcUReeSrpy8iGnaNCqYQ1-Wzuy_cmWkIew/s1600-h/omahyra+mota3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgydAzA0YqfERgpcld146RZlWcDzJ7LwDL7TTQaMFt_Yppg6c8ZFHShbtl2RTifZgfi178oKrSkZ7CVv3WXFj1rkKVyEk9ngmyr7wNxqNvvHcUReeSrpy8iGnaNCqYQ1-Wzuy_cmWkIew/s400/omahyra+mota3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318728659498709666" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Omahyra Mota is one of Jean Paul Gaultier's muses, just like Aggy. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I met Mr. Gaultier in person and not only he loves us androginous creatures but he also is a sweetheart.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's a few pictures of me, shot by my friend <a href="http://www.chloe-photo.com/">Chloé</a>:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2zbR6Mzy2kyTebUf8ddt_m0qD7Hi9YU6TPza602uoaZZDvmVEetbKLHM5LetcfLgc7NPyVTCy18IGaqGYXU78bReMiSV0NpXV88QctKsHiDCH3ftC6pXn6V3rBIWcFtALy3H5BrIQNA/s1600-h/m-2203.jpg"><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/AVvXsEg2zbR6Mzy2kyTebUf8ddt_m0qD7Hi9YU6TPza602uoaZZDvmVEetbKLHM5LetcfLgc7NPyVTCy18IGaqGYXU78bReMiSV0NpXV88QctKsHiDCH3ftC6pXn6V3rBIWcFtALy3H5BrIQNA/s400/m-2203.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318729905064404578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFExFtgF8ALYJNijm8T3TAe1yrZ-4zh53dgriBqZ9ObE27g1KNOwl2uZ2D4Q3nXq4J20x97appmPBG251jTADSKQoFy_NDQseCi1lNfCnR3tED8_vzJXl5VGCpesH7zS_LxIhnSCbMw/s1600-h/M-1891.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFExFtgF8ALYJNijm8T3TAe1yrZ-4zh53dgriBqZ9ObE27g1KNOwl2uZ2D4Q3nXq4J20x97appmPBG251jTADSKQoFy_NDQseCi1lNfCnR3tED8_vzJXl5VGCpesH7zS_LxIhnSCbMw/s400/M-1891.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318729833056279858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEm8qkaVTvV0kCT3_6PC2M9Jrmj32445ijtKIphUtazoVbvTxYBkWKaMWh7YWlaUDqh6gmiv0zeBTvFEhabLBG8LAxyxIPt7hzGBRn4buxXU1Mc1o2HvcYUp56YRgsF70WY4zOelvP7w/s1600-h/m_2153.jpg"><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/AVvXsEhEm8qkaVTvV0kCT3_6PC2M9Jrmj32445ijtKIphUtazoVbvTxYBkWKaMWh7YWlaUDqh6gmiv0zeBTvFEhabLBG8LAxyxIPt7hzGBRn4buxXU1Mc1o2HvcYUp56YRgsF70WY4zOelvP7w/s400/m_2153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318729723125130914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5OMTuXtjKzxTJzV8WK9LV5KMjnfR-MfQh1tLBjlwikQmhX5sjbcvg1HBEAErsE0ZADqxYhAY-V2EGIOuwYh4YNX_uyra8yBTF6pVi-Byy01UohFVgm6yMvU4URG-XzitOYWNOZ9MLA/s1600-h/m_2037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd5OMTuXtjKzxTJzV8WK9LV5KMjnfR-MfQh1tLBjlwikQmhX5sjbcvg1HBEAErsE0ZADqxYhAY-V2EGIOuwYh4YNX_uyra8yBTF6pVi-Byy01UohFVgm6yMvU4URG-XzitOYWNOZ9MLA/s400/m_2037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318729641199053634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwY6S0Oo2ZikmBfA_5wwQRP7pnEJ2D6EJj_GDAliUD3DUVBmk-tDtkTUWR5hApbZyy6RGjTD5E0ooIY268SmZto-HFxr2BWHPmzjHMmvD8__-S-GhPr9hOEyXTISBsM8UVPzqMRXzJg/s1600-h/DSC_1862.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrwY6S0Oo2ZikmBfA_5wwQRP7pnEJ2D6EJj_GDAliUD3DUVBmk-tDtkTUWR5hApbZyy6RGjTD5E0ooIY268SmZto-HFxr2BWHPmzjHMmvD8__-S-GhPr9hOEyXTISBsM8UVPzqMRXzJg/s400/DSC_1862.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318729555659074226" /></a>© <a href="http://www.chloe-photo.com/">Chloé Bonnard</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><div style="text-align: center;">and here's a light test I did for Cécile Bortoletti, an amazing photographer I work for as an assistant (coming soon: video backstage of her latest editorial !)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gnzghTJQZ4q83iYOelp997cmTBKGQBmeT0K5xgdQ4TJQqAyw3yNU1qQiwi43Py1OlTOrt9PD65RjVAn98mDLUSm9y_WvPnF6hUqhWFbjdyTtofrf7smOxAxDml4UC0fymuRqpOG8Ng/s1600-h/marina_4_DIVA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gnzghTJQZ4q83iYOelp997cmTBKGQBmeT0K5xgdQ4TJQqAyw3yNU1qQiwi43Py1OlTOrt9PD65RjVAn98mDLUSm9y_WvPnF6hUqhWFbjdyTtofrf7smOxAxDml4UC0fymuRqpOG8Ng/s400/marina_4_DIVA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318731475270024290" /></a>light test: <a href="http://www.cecile-bortoletti.com/">Cécile Bortoletti<br /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And here's some self candids I took back in October, while modeling for Maison Martin Margiela. The first one with the wig was just a joke.. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">But how did I manage to look like a man in drag - I have no idea. Let's just say in <a href="http://jairsfez.com/">Jair Sfez</a>'s words (that's also photographer I'm assisting)<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"You look like a model... straight out from a Dior Homme campaign". Lovesit.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">So here's my tips for you girls that look like boys and still want to look hot!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Do not try to fight it - embrace your androgyny.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you grow your hair long you'll end up looking like a tranny (see pic). Wear it short (or a bob) and you'll look cute.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Do not wear bright lipstick: you'll end up looking like a viado on top of a chariot for Rio's carnival. Our features do not look good in heavy makeup: just do the eyes and (kinda) forget the rest... </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Steal anything from your boyfriends' closet, than wear it with killer heels. It looks hot on us!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrkbrHqODmtWCHGPz_3pTwHkYPO67IxyoFE-XpebujLA8-whnEnILS5Pgc8pkTLhr1J2jRTv_JntWiJ74pNuyEfIekmCXvQBz2nhtrK3pt9ivSZfoZHWTqFuNB2oPpt73wPiEyBUKGOQ/s1600-h/trannilicious-marina.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrkbrHqODmtWCHGPz_3pTwHkYPO67IxyoFE-XpebujLA8-whnEnILS5Pgc8pkTLhr1J2jRTv_JntWiJ74pNuyEfIekmCXvQBz2nhtrK3pt9ivSZfoZHWTqFuNB2oPpt73wPiEyBUKGOQ/s400/trannilicious-marina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318734803198113490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">self portrait in drag @ Maison Martin Margiela</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rq9KpmEjYNsPV87MllaHOmRSRAZ7T7kgnaMphwxTaxgj1DE9MymfE26S8F1IQT6yLYl7n7dxrSrp7WXoEkRKuPQikILOZ9HvPMk0bdirbBn9HaEZomrFbRx_Gq06xltfVmfDV_pvfQ/s1600-h/thats-me-for-martin-margiela.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rq9KpmEjYNsPV87MllaHOmRSRAZ7T7kgnaMphwxTaxgj1DE9MymfE26S8F1IQT6yLYl7n7dxrSrp7WXoEkRKuPQikILOZ9HvPMk0bdirbBn9HaEZomrFbRx_Gq06xltfVmfDV_pvfQ/s400/thats-me-for-martin-margiela.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318734732998075394" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">self portrait as an Hare Khrisna @ MMM</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWdqGrRWQnYq8OfnKK3Zu9-k8IKaI0TltS5pEkn9Y0wrFJi626SwkmZWw7Nb0-32HMhdcVtlhDSm9RrTVejvHukfiRcAr8Rzrjh9qTcOriR69Y07ZiTVpTHVTqTkGMjvHax-ofO60YA/s1600-h/me-for-martin-margiela.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWdqGrRWQnYq8OfnKK3Zu9-k8IKaI0TltS5pEkn9Y0wrFJi626SwkmZWw7Nb0-32HMhdcVtlhDSm9RrTVejvHukfiRcAr8Rzrjh9qTcOriR69Y07ZiTVpTHVTqTkGMjvHax-ofO60YA/s400/me-for-martin-margiela.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318734629478236530" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">self portrait as a fake candid @ MMM</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've always liked this mith of the original Androgynous Creature, before God split us in two halves that hardly understand each other, man and woman.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Why splitting the androginous perfection?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now we piss differently and argue about that all the time. Very dumb move, if you ask me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the other hand, if we were still one there wouldn't be no sexy confusion of the sexes, aka androgyny. So I'm glad you did, after all...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-znCAz7vCvkJfliDL88sCr3smFj4vheC0hT_TqZBXWPor_iCEIVxpPSUKk_Y01xMPHhO6-ykgTyBntSLeUZrr7yTSzc8zBeEhSI4Bm8e9-BnoByXO49bnGkK13zk1Wuv2zLQV0kBw7g/s1600-h/celia-antm-pola2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-znCAz7vCvkJfliDL88sCr3smFj4vheC0hT_TqZBXWPor_iCEIVxpPSUKk_Y01xMPHhO6-ykgTyBntSLeUZrr7yTSzc8zBeEhSI4Bm8e9-BnoByXO49bnGkK13zk1Wuv2zLQV0kBw7g/s400/celia-antm-pola2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318796209321979410" /></a><br /></div><div>love,</div><div><br /></div><div>m. h.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-25443825802479226982008-11-01T00:59:00.040+01:002009-03-29T17:24:06.698+02:00Questions you don't want to ask a photog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_j_4SJd81wejzIEPlkdoFsC008gjYQSpxHEVbQuVjBNdfSaUayB7x1BxPm9omOKBl9xk1oRglcD8QzvZAQnnt6Cx7ax0-VpUXAvBGBRzjLEV6PMHubB3XThyphenhyphenSPE3I21dvQnGooOt8A/s1600-h/marina-hermanovna-margiela0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_j_4SJd81wejzIEPlkdoFsC008gjYQSpxHEVbQuVjBNdfSaUayB7x1BxPm9omOKBl9xk1oRglcD8QzvZAQnnt6Cx7ax0-VpUXAvBGBRzjLEV6PMHubB3XThyphenhyphenSPE3I21dvQnGooOt8A/s400/marina-hermanovna-margiela0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318628246651906722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">All pictures ©<a href="http://marinhermanovna.moonfruit.fr/#">Marina Hermanovna</a></span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">please do not use my pix without permission</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;">visit <a href="http://marinhermanovna.moonfruit.fr/#">my website</a> to see more</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Hi everyone !<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This post is about photography, a form of art that we all know in some way - and that's where all the problems come from, in my modest opinion.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Please note that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">all the pictures featured on this post have been taken with a consumer compact camera, no professional lighting</span></span> (the small flash fired, that's it), no make up, no hairdresser, no stylist, minor digital retouching.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I only posted a few although I have many others because I want to publish these somewhere, so please avoid downloading or I'll have to stop posting my pictures.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Soon enough I'll post some more taken using natural lighting - so to all the young photographers out there (I am thinking about Autumn!), yes you can take perfect pics - even if you cannot afford much; besides, you can buy used equipment and Christmas is oh so near...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are a bunch of clichés about photography, and as a professional I have to deal with two or more of the following sentences any given week.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So here I present you in random order some questions you do not want to ask a photographer - unless you want to see some professional eye-rolling.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgza3hcDNoMVUzvkKMMHk1DS8meFzZ7yh9kXXEbfu0w_82_FPvZsGo5u4jDx6rxksZGl_t-kBFYEBYV9jfP17CJmbEKPgdMDBrQbV69ycmCkUmGrpCxeFAHmfmdlQhcMo4udQ_QqwTMRw/s1600-h/marina-hermanovna-margiela3.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/AVvXsEgza3hcDNoMVUzvkKMMHk1DS8meFzZ7yh9kXXEbfu0w_82_FPvZsGo5u4jDx6rxksZGl_t-kBFYEBYV9jfP17CJmbEKPgdMDBrQbV69ycmCkUmGrpCxeFAHmfmdlQhcMo4udQ_QqwTMRw/s400/marina-hermanovna-margiela3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318628714403329090" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1 - "Oh I see, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">you are a photographer! And what do you do as a job</span>?" </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Didn't I just say professional, you spoiled brat?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2 - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"Wow, you are a photographer! I see there are many tonight!" </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"No hon. Holding a camera, no matter how big, does not make you/them a photographer, but just a dude with a big camera that takes useless party pictures. Oh, and professionals seldom take pictures at parties because they want to enjoy the party, in fact"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3 - <span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"Do you do black and white?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> 'Cuz I love it!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This sentence is emptier than a Halloween pumpkin. Please tell me the first and second name of someone who does not like black and white photography. I believe the reason why so many people say so is because they only go to the exhibitions of Cartier Bresson and Boubat and this kind of stuff and they totally ignore the work of masters of colors like Martin Parr. So when they say they love black and white photography what they actually mean is they only know the work of very old reportage photographers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4 - "How many Megapixels does your camera have? / <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">What's your camera?</span>"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> I have six cameras to begin with. The one I use the most for payed work is a Canon 5D, which has 12,8 Megapixels. Having said that you must be aware of the fact that other 60 millions people have the same camera, most of them are not professionals, and by no means they all make beautiful pictures. On the other hand, a professional photographer can take beautiful pictures using any given camera, even a compact consumer camera. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">In fact, the pictures you see here have been taken with a small 7 Megapixels compact Canon, a japanese turist's camera. </span>It's not about the equipment, it's all about the eye. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwz2MRBUErFiCvzCA8tgVSlEr_zvZdk1IwP7OFaIsAgNPIvkvy0lD09orI0c4G2HLqUzda7aAQ4LFzZ0tn3byUwJ6tfQu1VJOWovdHf-B1w7tr7rBB28Kr0iDq4x-JeC1DxLo-brKCHw/s1600-h/marina-hermanovna-margiela1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwz2MRBUErFiCvzCA8tgVSlEr_zvZdk1IwP7OFaIsAgNPIvkvy0lD09orI0c4G2HLqUzda7aAQ4LFzZ0tn3byUwJ6tfQu1VJOWovdHf-B1w7tr7rBB28Kr0iDq4x-JeC1DxLo-brKCHw/s400/marina-hermanovna-margiela1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318628309154049778" /></a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">5 - "Do you have a darkroom? Do you print your pictures yourself?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know how to do this; I spent so many days in a darkroom back in 2006 that at a certain point I started seeing green creatures and feeling dizzy (hint: the acids definitely give you some kind of high if you smell them for too long - but please, don't try this at home).</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But the fact is many amazing photographers never developed or printed a single picture in their entire life - Robert Mappelthorpe for instance never did.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What you see in Hollywood movies - a boy in his darkroom hanging prints under the redlight and stuff it is not a photographer's job, but a printer's.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course a photog must know how he/she would like a print to look and tell the printer where to correct the negative but the thing is professional photography is a work for an artist, whereas printing only requires a good artisan.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So a photographer may or may not know how to print or Photoshop his/her pictures, but this won't really make a difference since it is not his/her job in the first place.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">6 - "Awww, photography! What an amazing job you do!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That's not a question, but it's dumb enough to end up in my shitlist. Taking pictures for your pleasure is amazing, trying to make a living with your camera is another business, that involves so many unpleasant sides people just tend to ignore.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For instance, did you know that the beautiful editorials you see in fashion magazines don't make us any richer at all? This is because magazines don't pay the photographers for editorials; they pay the models (very little), the hair and makup persons, the stylist, the retoucher.. but no, the person that directs all of these contributors into one significant direction, his/her vision of beauty, is not paid a cent. The reason is they "give us a window to showcase our work"; go tell my landlord... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">7 - "Well you can still take digital pictures, it won't cost you a thing!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Non professinal digital photography costs less than non professional traditional photography, we can agree on this point. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">But when it comes to professional photography, digital is just as expensive (if not more) than film. Whe shoot tons of pictures, we make backups on huge RAID hard drives, we have stuff you dont need like a device that calibrates the screen, a graphic tablet, flashpacks, lightstands, backdrops and backdrops stands, sensor cleaners, light boxes and umbrellas, cobra snakes, filters, software, Pocket Wizards and black adhesive tape, and cinefoil and gelatines and..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, you get my point. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdTWYG-EqaQzIHwzBbz2Fy8CrYExZJl5oyV24NWJ17jnAJ8SsnkLVkF69Ge9GmLEiGDlumug1mkD3qMACLr6B2lbWotwT2CJKCvEis4piZVhl6FiYAlpKpmuDErVwxKRKv5_hgky3EQ/s1600-h/marina-hermanovna-margiela4.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/AVvXsEiTdTWYG-EqaQzIHwzBbz2Fy8CrYExZJl5oyV24NWJ17jnAJ8SsnkLVkF69Ge9GmLEiGDlumug1mkD3qMACLr6B2lbWotwT2CJKCvEis4piZVhl6FiYAlpKpmuDErVwxKRKv5_hgky3EQ/s400/marina-hermanovna-margiela4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318628661376373634" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">8 - "Wow, this model is gorgeous. Must be easy taking great pictures with such beauties!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Taking a beautiful shot has NOTHING to do with the physical beauty of the subject you are shooting; this is why you can find an amazing picture of an old man and many butt-ugly looking editorials and catalogs out there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The beauty of a pic comes mostly from composition, lighthing, emotion, originality and the overall ability of the photographer to convey his vision and making it clear in one fragment of a second for anyone.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After all, when you are not Mario Testino they don't give you Naomi Campbell to work with, so young photogs have to work their asses to make models look way better than they do in real life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">If taking great pictures only required great models there wouldn't be professional photographers but only modeling agencies. Period.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">9 - "How much do you sell a picture? / How much do you charge for a book?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I usually reply with "How much is a car?". They get it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">First off, you don't SELL pictures (with the exception of wedding pics), you just rent them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Photography being an intellectual job, no one can ever be deprived of the property of his work of art, unless he/she has been dead for more than 70 years, then it becomes public domain.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Until then, just as a writer cannot sell his writing but only a copy of his printed book, photographers don't sell pictures, they only rent the rights to use them somewhere for a certain amount of time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, I make books and pay test for modeling agencies or aspiring actors and the market price for these ranges from 200 to 400 euro if you have a home studio and do not require professional hair and makeup or styling, but just a cd of retouched pics.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75NWQeUnVhfwoQkJBYOEki8Fsf4tSIxMe6p_DEWuvS1t8099LKPSjsL8sggYpFcPLrJD8SVW0QqJPCRlqw3C07iz_rOWI3wChVcGk5sMkTc19jFUP5ZRms4tlje9cW2jeD0opYONWzA/s1600-h/marina-hermanovna-margiela2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75NWQeUnVhfwoQkJBYOEki8Fsf4tSIxMe6p_DEWuvS1t8099LKPSjsL8sggYpFcPLrJD8SVW0QqJPCRlqw3C07iz_rOWI3wChVcGk5sMkTc19jFUP5ZRms4tlje9cW2jeD0opYONWzA/s400/marina-hermanovna-margiela2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318628591151140690" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">10 - "Wow, you work with models? I mean, real models? Aren't they all anorexic? Are they rich? Do they party every night in fancy hotels? Do they go to castings with a driver? Tell me some diva anecdote - please!"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Models are thin, but they are seldom anorexic. Runway models, especially haute couture models as opposed to prêt à porter models are extremely thin, but they usually get that thin just one month before the shows. I am thin enough to get into a modelesque french size 36 (an american 2), and I eat pasta and ice cream... not everyday, ok.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Underwear models are often fatter than I am, in fact, and the only real difference is that they are sometimes shorter than clothing models and they often have breast implants to reach this not-so-natural top heavy look.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have seen a 16 y.o. eastern european girl with breast implants; she said her parents mortgaged their house to pay for her new tits, so she can get more lingerie contracts and send her brother to college. True story.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But everyone keeps talking about anorexia, as if this serious psychological illness was the only issue fashion has to deal with.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">14 years old models? Ok. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Agencies selling them to rich old men (it happens, it happens, not giving names though)? Fine. Agents telling girls to go get a nosejob then come back if it turns out well? Alright!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But still, everyone talks about anorexia.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh, and models are by no means rich. In fact, unless you reach the "supermodels' heaven", modeling has become a pretty mediocre job, in terms of paycheck. The golden age has passed, and now many designers offer the girls to keep the dress after the show and that's it, and if you are not okay with it there are 100 other girls willing to accept.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As for the driver part, no, only a city plan and a MetroCard! I have seen some divas though.<ue behavior="" on="" a="" few="" and="" apparently="" is="" related="" to="" the="" status="" of="" more="" successful="" bitchier="" in="" my=""></ue></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But when it comes to true divadom leave it to the actresses to beat the shit out of models; </div><div style="text-align: justify;">for the love of gossip, here some first hand exemples:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- smoking where not allowed (Shalom Harlow, Mélanie Laurent)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- leaving half-eated sandwiches on the couch (Tilda Swinton), </div><div style="text-align: justify;">- being moody and hard to work with (Karolina Kurkova)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I could continue this list but hey, I still need to get some work !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">love,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">marina hermanovna</div><div style="text-align: justify;">:)</div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-38304953011922333692008-10-27T17:29:00.022+01:002008-11-09T15:29:49.914+01:00<-> Sunday Bloody Sunday <-><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgouTY_QolAlj2OcMWOu9bARYd8gOrNhKkMLoqt9Mz2HFvNDnB_fmc8rgNvVSmD5cUlIRvQGgFs4wOTrxFAfgN_6Huzx5OSXEKnDB1cac-19GGU6wTGx-zRO9FKo-rueh6kFi9WMiCQ/s1600-h/IMG_2636_Olga.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUgouTY_QolAlj2OcMWOu9bARYd8gOrNhKkMLoqt9Mz2HFvNDnB_fmc8rgNvVSmD5cUlIRvQGgFs4wOTrxFAfgN_6Huzx5OSXEKnDB1cac-19GGU6wTGx-zRO9FKo-rueh6kFi9WMiCQ/s400/IMG_2636_Olga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261885176804813106" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Olga@</span><a href="http://www.metropolitanmodels.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Metropolitan Models</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hi everyone, and thanks for reading !<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(Tip: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Click onto my pictures</span> to see what a difference it makes !)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This post is about modeling, so if you are an inspiring model read the following.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's what happened since last time I logged in:<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- I shot many pictures</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- I transformed my flat into an overcrowded photo studio moving all the furniture in a corner, much to my kitties amazement</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- my cat peed on my favorite Diesel hoodie. Amen</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- two models forgot their personalities in the other bag</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- I passed out</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- my boyfriend got mad at my stylist and yelled at her</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- my doorkeeper got mad at my boyfriend and yelled at him</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(and much more)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What I forgot to mention is that all of the above happened in one day, on October 12, a Sunday.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I planned to improve my portfolio with some pictures inspired by italian painter Modigliani, so I made sure I packed into my 35 square meters flat a stylist, two hairdressers, a makeup artist, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">seven models, an assistant, two cats, five luggages, a backdrop and myself.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Needless to say it was madness.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnSQKXSwvl1lv0Lzgms8jEmPDPsoHnmWnBhEzDlhwUr3OwOMMYER2WZojbmzWwCSaNjMPkvl6J87HaSTRQW7EP0CXKFGgxtYQFf01nTbFsn3SQgYZN9CJ31pUsg0nz210_YyXv9KYDg/s1600-h/IMG_3040_Ulla.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjnSQKXSwvl1lv0Lzgms8jEmPDPsoHnmWnBhEzDlhwUr3OwOMMYER2WZojbmzWwCSaNjMPkvl6J87HaSTRQW7EP0CXKFGgxtYQFf01nTbFsn3SQgYZN9CJ31pUsg0nz210_YyXv9KYDg/s400/IMG_3040_Ulla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261885803689008546" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliBvfzMsEGutcVyKMZTtIceXPY3Wf_gd9p8Ud2J3UZrA3AEWGnqOtzYuGU7gkrYmJAvnw2o0muEoZa9TBMiqJQIl8Bd-OXAxTStFMaMBGsLq_Np406_c5Z8RxBzOIFOUUUOoRzAXSnQ/s1600-h/IMG_3118BW_Ulla.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliBvfzMsEGutcVyKMZTtIceXPY3Wf_gd9p8Ud2J3UZrA3AEWGnqOtzYuGU7gkrYmJAvnw2o0muEoZa9TBMiqJQIl8Bd-OXAxTStFMaMBGsLq_Np406_c5Z8RxBzOIFOUUUOoRzAXSnQ/s400/IMG_3118BW_Ulla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266663587809357026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Ulla@Metropolitan Models</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To make it all more interesting <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I made sure I felt sick the exact day of the shooting</span>, so what you see here has been shot at 39°C plus seizures and a sexy bacterial infection. As Borat would say - Very Nice !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The stylist made also an important contribution to the climax of the shoot,</span> showing up a whopping three hours late, chain-smoking and bitching and asking random questions to anything that moved - cats included.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Poor thing was complaining that there only was tub water, so she basically ordered a model to go get her a bottle somewhere. This is the point where I saw my boyfriend's "anger vein" getting bigger and pulsing - not a good sign, in case you are wondering.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62utKvoVBZQfdCNdjXiqKoqeKaz2o6GalhEVIEniP4xMwcfPDPERvu7QZDMua6IRypR-vr3rIk5pbcQJSJ9YW7S6aX3MElfCADGsAlY1lbOhFd8oIN_GFPLtN-fxlKvjGPhTzqqDAKg/s1600-h/IMG_2867_Ophelie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62utKvoVBZQfdCNdjXiqKoqeKaz2o6GalhEVIEniP4xMwcfPDPERvu7QZDMua6IRypR-vr3rIk5pbcQJSJ9YW7S6aX3MElfCADGsAlY1lbOhFd8oIN_GFPLtN-fxlKvjGPhTzqqDAKg/s400/IMG_2867_Ophelie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261887495176928882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Ophélie@Metropolitan Models</span><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">As for the models, here's my impressions:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Olga</span> - an <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">amazing</span> girl. She moves like a dancer, she is nice and bubbly, a pleasure to work with. The kind of model that delivers the picture in ten frames; I would rebook her for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">anything</span>. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Ulla</span> - she was rude at the beginning (she failed to come say hello to the photographer...), but when shooting she followed directions well and I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">love</span> her unique features.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Ophélie</span> - Incredibly shy, girl has hardly one expression. A very good one though.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAEwclVle0bdRRTZNgLfyyiuShrdFq06KuAj5NsX26Y5SNnai03PrfZyMilyyMLkfkxQzMTCpD3ut9zvP6Bp10TWO4VWE4DC1WEcxD6ahAmnZCrJR3ZxI-BjICsI4mN2Cjo5LX-qbFA/s1600-h/IMG_3283_Rose.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAEwclVle0bdRRTZNgLfyyiuShrdFq06KuAj5NsX26Y5SNnai03PrfZyMilyyMLkfkxQzMTCpD3ut9zvP6Bp10TWO4VWE4DC1WEcxD6ahAmnZCrJR3ZxI-BjICsI4mN2Cjo5LX-qbFA/s400/IMG_3283_Rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261889805154217346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Rose@Metropolitan Models</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Wh_3Nq5ORJvHZ0n3pyKv2NBI_SVS2VX_CX1SBOzXMjR7NBr-KSn5A1ExmKrRtWf4XUn7oRcveiJK8BKcMQFa-A9zouXigmFU4Df_LhzOQ-LEU_E4Sy0griySFBi3MiPK_KCzYtm0wA/s1600-h/IMG_2644BW_Olga.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Wh_3Nq5ORJvHZ0n3pyKv2NBI_SVS2VX_CX1SBOzXMjR7NBr-KSn5A1ExmKrRtWf4XUn7oRcveiJK8BKcMQFa-A9zouXigmFU4Df_LhzOQ-LEU_E4Sy0griySFBi3MiPK_KCzYtm0wA/s400/IMG_2644BW_Olga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266664614448191938" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Olga</span><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Rose</span> - an incredibly versatile aussie, she is gradually forgetting all the bad catalguy-posing they taught her when she started out; I shot her for three different projects and she has definitely something unique that make you want to see her interpret different characters. Oh, and she looks so much like Nicole Kidman.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Birgit</span> - A very pretty face, she could be a good model if she listened. Unluckily, she does not.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I looked throughout her film and all I saw was one expression, T<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">he German Milkmaid</span>. I kept telling her what to do to no avail - poor thing has the attention span of a goldfish. This is the only acceptable shot I have of her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Gauthier</span> - The boy makes waves. He is so photogenic you might stare at your LCD for three minutes than leave the room screaming in Sanskrit.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He is also a sweetheart, and kept talking to me the way young children speak to professors. It definitely made me feel 15 years older but I'd forgive him even if he gave me STDs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Did I mention this was his very first shoot? Unbelievable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So here's the results of this shoot, tomorrow I'll start looking for a magazine interested in publishing these.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Thomas</span> - a very nice boy, he is clever and follows directions well. Too bad I fainted while shooting him, so I was able to take only like ten pics of him before K.O. Seeing the photographer on the floor, Thomas thought it might be a good idea to pick up my Canon and shoot the girl. How very paparazzi of him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Soon enough I'll tell you more about Rose Vickens, my new Muse, whose new book I'm signing almost enirely and I am oh-so-proud of this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday we shot some more pictures for it, the brief of her agency being</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"soft lighting, a more commercial look than in the rest of her book but not too commercial</span>".</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will soon post these. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">In between, you can take a look at <a href="http://marinhermanovna.moonfruit.fr/">my new website</a> - I'm still working on it but it is finally taking shape.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWxW8bcLxwnZMwjwhhBhNbI7sygievoTZFtZooOuubOJx2bzWPfssUiqgn-st3lXQ7qIEj1XRjLXAUeHCChQRui_IggbPl9q7udJ7j5Mr2xppP74FFOgaxmSiZ0vONgyyZ0-w4Ylbdg/s1600-h/IMG_3174_Gauthier.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWxW8bcLxwnZMwjwhhBhNbI7sygievoTZFtZooOuubOJx2bzWPfssUiqgn-st3lXQ7qIEj1XRjLXAUeHCChQRui_IggbPl9q7udJ7j5Mr2xppP74FFOgaxmSiZ0vONgyyZ0-w4Ylbdg/s400/IMG_3174_Gauthier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261897475858340402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Gauthier@</span><a href="http://82.127.23.165/WD100AWP/WD100Awp.exe/CONNECT/WebStudio"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Studio KLRP</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I have one more anecdote to tell you guys about modeling, the bottom line being</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">looking good does nothing if you don't make an impression</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went to the boy's agency a couple of days ago to give their booker (the energetic Jurgen!) their pictures; while I was there I took the time to check out all the new composits and two boys stood out from the bunch in my opinion, Jesper and Carl;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Since I am preparing an upcoming men's editorial, I thought I might want to see these two in person and I realized that two out of the three guys talking to Jurgen right there were the boys I wanted to see. So I asked Jurgen to do an impromptu casting.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jurgen called the boys back and introduced me; <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I couldn't help but notice the "who the hell is this girl supposed to be" look in their eyes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The look changed from "WTF" to "I don't think so" the minute Jurgen said the word "photographer", and I know why: this comes from me looking younger than 28 and being a good looking female. I keep getting these kind of looks whenever I introduce myself as a photographer, so I learned to stess the adjective <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">professional</span>...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtJIwOUwNaxi430JUyVDVUjNTUWyiBCkDTE8D-3z6XznVWG9LeM-BYhcic1RdRUOwrjXI9lVpLSLvgKNTA4w08SK5UZXy0PO6zxqISriHYkGPaDE5fh0REkYuhVVaW-e5zae4iPaiMg/s1600-h/IMG_2997_Olga_BW.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXtJIwOUwNaxi430JUyVDVUjNTUWyiBCkDTE8D-3z6XznVWG9LeM-BYhcic1RdRUOwrjXI9lVpLSLvgKNTA4w08SK5UZXy0PO6zxqISriHYkGPaDE5fh0REkYuhVVaW-e5zae4iPaiMg/s400/IMG_2997_Olga_BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266661591460564722" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Oh, Olga! How graceful.</span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So the first guys hands me his book, I take it to the couch, look at the pics, take it back to the boy, grab the second book, bring it to the couch, give it back to the boy... Well, you got it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They couldn't make it to the couch, introduce themselfs, shake my hand, tell me something about them, ask me about the shoot... </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Jurgen noticed this and being a good booker he gave them the "bad models speech". He taught them something very important that most beginners in the fashion industry ignore: the importance of personality.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If you want to be cast in modeling jobs you have to do more than staying thin and be punctual.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You have to make an impression, because the person in front of you has seen 50 models before you and he/she is going to see other 50 afterwards. At the end of the day, a few composits will lie under the client/photographer's eyes, those of the models who have the right look for the shoot, of course. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">But how are they going to pick the "winner" among all of these models if say, five of them have that certain look?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Personality, it all boils down to personality.</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">You have to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">smile</span>, to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">make eye contact</span>, to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">shake hands</span> (firmly! a weak shake is a no-no), be bubbly and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">bring positive energy</span> into the room. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes photographers pick a model instead of another only because they felt a connection, they knew this girl/boy is no troublemaker and will listen carefully to directions throughout the shoot. I wasn't sure Olga was the model I was looking for this shoot but she was so funny during the casting that I couldn't help but book her, and my feeling was right.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7oD3AbhH00lVVpXXfQr_ebIsul0TYBZT84_OEsRtwHELNnJWx1pVXrwjl8Q4Y3E-cHF-7SR545c_NT8WC3DIpnMWxOL5t76NicA4pc_nOtrgE9XKZIa_dTIJBKsAUXOaVQYRI16tlgw/s1600-h/IMG_2786_Birgit-BW.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7oD3AbhH00lVVpXXfQr_ebIsul0TYBZT84_OEsRtwHELNnJWx1pVXrwjl8Q4Y3E-cHF-7SR545c_NT8WC3DIpnMWxOL5t76NicA4pc_nOtrgE9XKZIa_dTIJBKsAUXOaVQYRI16tlgw/s400/IMG_2786_Birgit-BW.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266662045280185506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Birgit@Metropolitan Models</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I book people I want to work with ! So models be advised: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- no more sour pussies on castings/shoots</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- no more cigarette breaks every 30 minutes (and cigarette butts wherever)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- no more <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">about:blank</span> look in the eyes</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- no more complaining ("oh I'm so tired! Tired of sitting having your picture taken? Go tell this to the assistants - puh-lease!), </div><div style="text-align: justify;">- no more lame questions ("are you sure this make-up is fine? SHE DIDN'T EVEN PUT MASCARA ON! Yes baby, it is exactly the way I wanted it, and "she" is a professional makeup artist, btw)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- no more dumb answers("who's this"? - me pointing at a picture in his book - "oh, that's me!!". Thank you darling, I see that; it's your book, so only pictures of you inside it. Now, can you tell me the name of the designer you are modeling for in this pic?") </div><div style="text-align: justify;">( and much more )</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">BAD MODELS!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">( I am kidding girls/boys. You know I love you! )</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">:D</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">xoxo</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Marina Hermanovna</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-11145042151706961812008-09-26T10:34:00.043+02:002008-09-27T00:08:11.602+02:00< Mostly Maison Martin Margiela. Mostly ><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEz2SxtlZ1bAEJOtI2gul80uf5MS_Q8f-eyEXur2ACS_c78SQDE4fMVvWkJ9o8hWDMjEAN0oRInMRbnHC50dCV46J7Q2CwZq_aFKfHyyKH-QdDAQevRxCdQ23TCz81UgRSoISdpXekA/s1600-h/sandra-009219.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEz2SxtlZ1bAEJOtI2gul80uf5MS_Q8f-eyEXur2ACS_c78SQDE4fMVvWkJ9o8hWDMjEAN0oRInMRbnHC50dCV46J7Q2CwZq_aFKfHyyKH-QdDAQevRxCdQ23TCz81UgRSoISdpXekA/s400/sandra-009219.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315764002094098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">photos: Marina Hermanovna</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">model: Suzie Bird@Elite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">styling: Laura Diesbecq</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">makeup: Morgane Goupy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">hair: Makiko Nara</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">cat: vintage </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">M&M's: photographer's own - but the model ate the whole thing!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">No no no no, calm down.</span> </span></span></div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">This post ain't no interview to the belgian designer every hipster loves more than life itself.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Oh, and in case you were wondering no, I haven't disappeared for good under a pile of unwashed socks or imploded after the fourth random guy called this week and asked me if I do ID photos. Like, duh!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been bee-busy doing this and that, and most notably I went to fashion photographer <a href="http://www.borisovini.t83.net/">Boris Ovini's</a> party, where I had the chance to:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- <span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">meet the adorable Karine</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> from Metropolitan Models</span>, who has been sending me an insane amount of foxes to check out on a daily basis ever since. God bless her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">hang out with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Boris, the most talented young photog</span></span> I ever met who, unlike many colleagues, is not afraid to give you some advice and his true opinion about your work. Oh, and he's a hot piece of ass.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- try my newly found weapon of mass seduction: <span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">m</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">y nazi </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">offspring </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">haircut</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you think boys don't like girls with shorter do's (especially if you look like you are a Hitler'stache away from filming Anna Frank, the remake), you should think again. And then hit Tony and Guy (or cut it yourself blindfolded, which is just the same - only way cheaper).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">This haircut - in association with a very androginous look - has the power to make'em all meow and purr. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's like they are all closeted gays that would rather hang out (with a boyish girl) instead of coming out (with a real penis-bearer). Zing!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oaFg4Pr8pyhIJex4pq0Ye0EovGvcH1dFyzqTZt5rIfNKeTvyfgcWr6BbzM-ta-bv3D07hdQABA7hi8Sfbt8F5Fqm9ZcXpaZTwjA2fv8lHKudFJUezcXXoMzyIAbxy8mIIbKyQNOJQg/s1600-h/sandra-008893.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oaFg4Pr8pyhIJex4pq0Ye0EovGvcH1dFyzqTZt5rIfNKeTvyfgcWr6BbzM-ta-bv3D07hdQABA7hi8Sfbt8F5Fqm9ZcXpaZTwjA2fv8lHKudFJUezcXXoMzyIAbxy8mIIbKyQNOJQg/s400/sandra-008893.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250316781602578402" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">We have a deal. Let me write this white on white.</span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">- eat two apples, a banana and some raisin. In the meantime the other guests had roughly a bottle of vodka and a half each.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is funny because some of them that were pretty rude at the beginning (i.e. rolling up a joint while talking to me an then walk away to smoke it with somebody else) later became surprisingly friendly (i.e. hand me the entire filter to smoke some cardboard).</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- <span class="Apple-style-span" style="">meet the</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> Uberstilish Goran</span>, a designer from Maison Martin Margiela, that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">was irradiating coolness all around</span> so brightly he had to wear sunglasses to protect his own retina. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Although I'm a class-A wallpaper at parties <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I couldn't resist this dude</span> that looks like he just popped from a Kusturica movie, minus a golden tooth or two.</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">I just had to speak to him. Here's what happened:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Marina Hermanovna</span>: "I've been staring at you all night; you have the most amazing look ever"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He replied: "Funny. I was about to say the same thing about you"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">MH</span> - "You <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">must</span> be part of the fashion industry. Who do you work for?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Goran</span> - "Take a guess."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">MH</span>- "Ok, is it Helmut Lang?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">G</span> - "No"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">MH</span> - "Ok ok, so is it Bruno Pieters?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">G</span> - "Huh-uh"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">MH</span> -"Darn it! Who is it then?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPqLUVwzWo3Yt36Z-ddkbzfY-ckVbKmWd-6gNko08BslQkTRiFUqVM1tgzRidZc8zkDSEFhyYc40wovrw7TZr-3NQwjFrjgZvAs4ilkOyi4nURyDBmKWIy_s2pwn8yLpAF6ODDip-AQ/s1600-h/sandra-009017-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPqLUVwzWo3Yt36Z-ddkbzfY-ckVbKmWd-6gNko08BslQkTRiFUqVM1tgzRidZc8zkDSEFhyYc40wovrw7TZr-3NQwjFrjgZvAs4ilkOyi4nURyDBmKWIy_s2pwn8yLpAF6ODDip-AQ/s400/sandra-009017-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315629653743650" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Who said models don't eat? Suzie likes to have 1kg cornflakes without milk every morning.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He handed me a white business card for an answer. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As I squinted my eyes to read the white on white</span> typing, I had the feeling the card was grinning at me. Finally the letters stopped dancing before my eyes and I was able to stutter</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">"M-MM-MMAISON MMMARTIN MMM-MMARGIELA?!!" </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For the love of half-price Azzedine Alaia platforms, you should let an old lady have a seat before coming up with this kind of shoker. What happened next is just as shoking. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The fiercly-clad macedonian born designer kept shooting me from all angles, telling me such flatteries that my keybord is blushing as I'm typing.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ty27pok5qYurMJnnlNzT0wfhRdf2bYVA4YyoUm4b7qNYqYHN8LNY46xHFLpsVrBjNqBAZI5INFwzOwtwqKLyTu7U70DFleUiLujWQAqisUNprCxHqbFWuKjonuxCgUi4F7NKAm3tZw/s1600-h/sandra-008733.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ty27pok5qYurMJnnlNzT0wfhRdf2bYVA4YyoUm4b7qNYqYHN8LNY46xHFLpsVrBjNqBAZI5INFwzOwtwqKLyTu7U70DFleUiLujWQAqisUNprCxHqbFWuKjonuxCgUi4F7NKAm3tZw/s400/sandra-008733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315496374149986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Who said models are stoopid? Suzie can breathe and count her toes at the same time!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">While wearing glasses!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">He also said he wanted me to model for the upcoming MMM showroom... so he would show his pics at his office and eventually call me for a go-see @ MMM headquarters.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Riiiight. I was like - "Dude, do you realize I can almost babysit the other girls?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He just said "Let me do the talking. Don't say a thing. You are perfect for this".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Two days and lots of mobile staring later I got a call from MMM.</span> I went there and a handsome guy took me to an even hotter dude, that led me to this beautiful italian lady, that slid me into an all-black spray-on jumpsuit and stared at me together with her assistant.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxhYBsErd-SozBDqbcHTPd6AlKsuJaDmzaUgwrpvlf9TT8u4zROhe9tHfSGm5nAy8b5HqU8Q_OkxJqtMhxF8fFuZ6Zsnf8wRxY9HOjd3GBELzqag4DBJ4gmKn7EMK9L3ACgeQMNn0mw/s1600-h/sandra-008234.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxhYBsErd-SozBDqbcHTPd6AlKsuJaDmzaUgwrpvlf9TT8u4zROhe9tHfSGm5nAy8b5HqU8Q_OkxJqtMhxF8fFuZ6Zsnf8wRxY9HOjd3GBELzqag4DBJ4gmKn7EMK9L3ACgeQMNn0mw/s400/sandra-008234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250314708792320418" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Marina it's my agent. He says if you are going to make me look like a nerd I might as well go home and play some Wii.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hot MMM Mama</span>: "What do you think?" (ah, I almost forgot what a weird feeling is being a model, when people talk about your appearence as if you weren't there!)<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Assistant</span>: "Mmmmm. Isn't she too skinny?" </div><div style="text-align: justify;">(WTF?! Too skinny to model? I'll have a three-days non-stop Chocolathon to get this job!")</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hot MMMM</span>: "Well she sure has skinny-minnie thighs but this is actually good for the present collection. Have you already done this work before?" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">MH</span> (don't say 10 years ago! don't say 10 years ago!!)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Yes, for Martin Margiela and for Paul Smith, in Milan, back in the day" (shit! I blew it!)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Hot MMM Mama</span>: "Oh no you didn't! With Vicky maybe?!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">MH</span>: (Hmm, I don't recall any Vicky... I barely recall my zodiac right now...) </div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Oh actually I don't recall. It was too long ago (there I go again. Am I stupid or something?!)".</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-l49Rt1ZkyYz2y95qlXrf-DaIbci69iOnbDqic11Q6-O8m55nr4DCD9I-Bgrd8cfeUzesRpvGlt1C5iyk6Eo98q5jlISXD-D6m6TX7jRJkv8dinuWxJJtWORnfSADzRC7TSp79lQHw/s1600-h/sandra-008646.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM-l49Rt1ZkyYz2y95qlXrf-DaIbci69iOnbDqic11Q6-O8m55nr4DCD9I-Bgrd8cfeUzesRpvGlt1C5iyk6Eo98q5jlISXD-D6m6TX7jRJkv8dinuWxJJtWORnfSADzRC7TSp79lQHw/s400/sandra-008646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250315329765846786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I'm pretty sure there used to be a plant right here where I'm sprinkling... let's just keep wtering, it will eventually grow back!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, to make a long story short they liked me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">My favorite designer hired me, not as a photographer but as a model. Wow. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">This makes me a model-turned photographer-turned model, if this makes any sense at all.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I had to go shopping to celebrate right away, so I bought this pair of UNIQUE </span><a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=19551&storeId=12556&categoryId=137993&parent_category_rn=42358&productId=734988&langId=-1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">shoes</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> from Topshop</span> and I started an intense styling session as soon as I got home that involved as well jumping, stripping and tiger claw climbing invisible walls to "Super Freak" by Rocasound Revamp, much to my kitties amazement.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So because of work (and me being a little lazy blogging as well, I won't lie) I am posting today some old pics I took back in March of model Sandra "Suzie Bird" Plassard @ ELITE, hoping you will forgive me and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">wait a few more days to see my interview with Mr. Dellerba from Givenchy. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the meantime check out this french beauty staying sexy with very invisible makeup , bedhair and grandpa attire.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Right after this geeky shoot her carreer took off and she did Gucci and MMM runway... </div><div style="text-align: justify;">;)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div><br /></div><div>Marina Hermanovna</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-27996024288731847872008-08-12T14:23:00.040+02:002008-08-14T12:49:52.923+02:00Fabulous Encounters #3<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Hi you guys, it's Marina Hermanovna writing in her sleep. You read me.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Yesterday night I thought I'd write this post about my relationship with male models ('cuz I have one, you know!). But it was pretty late, so the <span class="Apple-style-span">Self Appointed</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"> Queen of Procrastination</span> went to bed to try get some sleep. That was around midnight. Two hours and a half later I was still staring at the ceiling. Damn it!</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Insomnia, here we go again.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">There must be something about counting your cat's hair, surfing gossip websites and eating stuff that's been dwelling in the fridge way before Cher's first facelift... I've tried it all. I've tried melatonin. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">I've tried cat cuddling sessions</span> (it didn't work, but now I know how to purr). I also tried banging my head against the wall in the hopes of fainting. Nothing worked.</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">So what I do when I can't get no sleep</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"> is styling. </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">I</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"> open my closet and let the nightspiration do the magic. Sometimes I came up with some good ideas. Some <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">other</span> times - mostly when the moon is black -</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> I turn into<span class="Apple-style-span"> </span>Marina Scissors Hands</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"> (all of my cutoffs lost their legs right before dawn). What worries me is that laltely I've started cutting T-shirts in a post-modern deconstructionist frenzy. Soon enough I'll be dressing like a homeless person, and ask you for some spare change. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Let's just focus on the positive - Blake.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">I met him in Hollywood Blvd with <a href="http://justanotheractress.blogspot.com/">Rachel</a>. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span">He said "Hey, nice hat!"- I said "I do!"</span></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal">Later we went to some place where the stars eat veggie burgers that cost like cattle. We talked about his paintings and then he popped out something that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">made me choke on my ice green tea. </span><span class="Apple-style-span">S</span>omething about a several million dollars house, and he wanting me to get his picture taken over there. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Let me break this down for you:</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">- a hotter-than-lava male model stops me in Hollywood Blvd to compliment my outfit</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">- he wants to hang out (does this make me a cougar?!)</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">- he wants me to take his picture in a f**** gazillion dollar house</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">What's a girl photographer to do? Shoot him! Shoot him 'till he bleeds! So without further ado, let's bring to you the all-american sweetheart Blake Hardy.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">- Blake Hardy -</span><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Model @ Wilhelmina</span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Interview and pics by Marina Hermanovna</span></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWLePOsC8T43BI9dezVWvKaai-iKeh_6Q1C9EDsJ_pmWCguknEL3RkEEXpNa6m_ORlvvUYoOlcFko-2jOf43GzU9KZ4riv7WmhbzGZana4HtUR9pIW3_1n-G_YvUVti7BdST9_yO7eLg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233646661161006018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWLePOsC8T43BI9dezVWvKaai-iKeh_6Q1C9EDsJ_pmWCguknEL3RkEEXpNa6m_ORlvvUYoOlcFko-2jOf43GzU9KZ4riv7WmhbzGZana4HtUR9pIW3_1n-G_YvUVti7BdST9_yO7eLg/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-00.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">click onto the pictures to enlarge them </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- It makes a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">HUGE</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">difference -<br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br /><br /><br />1. Job/age/City your were born/City you live in? </span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I'm 21, from Cincinnati Ohio, the queen city as we like to call it… I live in L.A. now but I consider myself a gypsy. I feel like I have more to offer than just one title so I guess I'm an artist/model/stylist/jewlery maker/professional idiot.<br /></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">2. When/how did you decide fashion was your business? </span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I think I've always known I would end up working in the fashion industry; I've been dressing men in my family and friends alike for a few years now and clothing is just another medium to express myself…. when I started modelling is when I got my foot in the door.<br /></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">3. Favorite designers?</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Marc Jacobs. I love a girl in a good Vivienne Westwood vintage piece. Prada is perfect for my body type, Ferragamo makes some nice shoes and Alexander McQueen is great at what he does; for everyday wear I love my close friend <a href="http://www.lnaclothing.com/">Lauren's line LnA</a>. They have some dope high end knit tees that I can wear with anything. I also love pants by an L.A. company called "end of an era".<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFGQxpk6rmklgp996HPOCyHs_m6YYQ4_vXN9kEdfQrKwnGBb1HlDOEhNDXfcmNWRp2_5gmkzM6Rk8vnqhpH01vnC5D9Lp0-9Jq0GY5JqympxvfHrw4B90p1v82UIF9PLxvC0vPeRDTg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638771237609922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFGQxpk6rmklgp996HPOCyHs_m6YYQ4_vXN9kEdfQrKwnGBb1HlDOEhNDXfcmNWRp2_5gmkzM6Rk8vnqhpH01vnC5D9Lp0-9Jq0GY5JqympxvfHrw4B90p1v82UIF9PLxvC0vPeRDTg/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://niwde.blogspot.com/2007/05/baron.html">Wilhelm von Gloeden</a> Who?</span><br /></div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">4. Last purchase, future purchase…</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Ferragamo black leather dress shoes and "end of an era" high ankle rise black pants.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">5. If your style was a city/a movie/a dish what would it be?</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">If N.Y. slept with L.A. and had a baby he would wear my clothes. Movie.. "Boondock Saints" mixed with a Spike Jonze skate video. Dish... ha umm steak and plantaines?<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">6. Name a style trend you could never follow or understand.</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Abercrombie and Fitch and every other brand they've influenced. There is nothing wrong with a preppy look but being branded by one label and such a boring label is tragic, especially when you're paying them for the clothing. They'd have to give me a good rate to wear their name in giant letters across my chest.<br /></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">7. If your house took fire and you had 30 seconds to pack before escaping, what would you take?</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">My Creativerec high top sneakers, the closest pair of jeans and my "end of an era" cashmere hoodie..and my medical marijuana jar so I can burn one down while I watch my house burn down!<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FIDQ3uKFleMXC2Qf3RLRRfiWViw-VQcsWPR1uTSfr4SoZ6HFLGzedW37usRfMO7Ujhl9GHvo9FlOxlhBzKQHpppPtMWpZczmJuX36zsdpwOFZW3Sf8hf6DmonCMiKGU0AXER80fy_w/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638222732400770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FIDQ3uKFleMXC2Qf3RLRRfiWViw-VQcsWPR1uTSfr4SoZ6HFLGzedW37usRfMO7Ujhl9GHvo9FlOxlhBzKQHpppPtMWpZczmJuX36zsdpwOFZW3Sf8hf6DmonCMiKGU0AXER80fy_w/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-02.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">To tan or not to tan, that's the question</span></div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">8. What do you build your style around? </span></span><br />Whatever pants I put on that morning.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">9. I could live my life in...</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">...love is all you need (but if you are speaking about clothing then any pair of grey jeans and an electric blue deep v-neck).<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">10. Name three items or trends you’ll never be caught wearing.</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">You'll never see me wear Sketchers shoes. Anything created by Christian Audigier…and I hate how most men have a «"Friday night button down shirt" for whatever shitty club theyre going to.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">11. Some girls buy too may shoes, others are bagaholics. I know one who has 100 bras. What’s your fashion bulimia?</span></span><br />Jackets. I've got way too many for living in southern California.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">12. Tell me the three colors, three fabrics and the three brands you wear more often.</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Black/white yellow and blue; I love cashemere but fabric isn't much of a concern to me. I just wear what I think looks good.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlQagDTi0KyZayau8sHV1zC1f7I0VlYvMYyeIRPHPupWrY_e_3yx-1yBn9tA-im2KaSUC-4olVdjI7o2Ki_Fr2Oo10DrMFoSYhBOUN08F2w60rz3nqBtYNU3qB9iVR6x09fFSYlA4eg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233638019000155842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlQagDTi0KyZayau8sHV1zC1f7I0VlYvMYyeIRPHPupWrY_e_3yx-1yBn9tA-im2KaSUC-4olVdjI7o2Ki_Fr2Oo10DrMFoSYhBOUN08F2w60rz3nqBtYNU3qB9iVR6x09fFSYlA4eg/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-03.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">How am I supposed to change that bulb?</span><br /></div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">13. My youth fashion faux pas I’m not ashamed to reveal</span></span><br />Fake platinum chains and oversized Tommy Hilfiger shirts, ha!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">14. The best fashion advice I was given</span></span><br />F**k what people think; if it makes you feel good wearing it then wear it.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">15. Personal style icon?</span></span><br />Sinatra and I'll go with Johnny Depp for modern day; he pulls off the trashy sheek look pretty well.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">16. Tell me the name of someone famous whose style is overrated and one whose style is underrated. </span></span><br />I don't pay much attention to the famous but Christian Audigier himself is the most pretentious person I've had to hear about in a long time. I love Gwen Stefani's style on girls, but you better own it to pull it off otherwise you just look like you're trying too hard.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">17. Name a young designer off the chain.</span></span><br />All my boys over at "Creative Recreation" are taking over the shoe world.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglv1Zs14XxnHkW0WPghduNov73rcAY7LZz0Sic1Zb-8_Qy5lRYmM3uS5sg5GWLsnl6BKT-OdSrpNQY7d4M7nRstW7cLtxdJr76FUtMAu-Y9FXf7LffY6g0HsmtlGHlWDKj0TU6319ODg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233637814561755282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglv1Zs14XxnHkW0WPghduNov73rcAY7LZz0Sic1Zb-8_Qy5lRYmM3uS5sg5GWLsnl6BKT-OdSrpNQY7d4M7nRstW7cLtxdJr76FUtMAu-Y9FXf7LffY6g0HsmtlGHlWDKj0TU6319ODg/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-04.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">click on the cuckoo clock to see the birdy come out*</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">T-shirt: </span><a href="http://www.lnaclothing.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">LnA</span></a></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">18. When you’re designing (or painting !) you find inspiration in..</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I take what the world gives me each day and reinterpret it in my art.. if not for my own personal amusement then just for anyone to see how I feel about life since putting it into words tends to be a difficult thing sometimes.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">19. Tell me a funny fashion anecdote so we can laugh a little.</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I had a casting once with a couple of friends from Wilhelmina (modeling angency, ndr) and it was for a denim brand. There was 5 people from the brand at the casting and it was in a big open space. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">While the clients were looking at each of our portfolios and pulling us each a pair of jeans from the rack to try on, my friend leans over to me and says « dude… I didn' t wear underwear ! » and I give him an « are-you-kidding » look and start laughing. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I can see his eyes wandering the room looking for a place to change and there is nothing since the client and us both are used to changing in front of everyone; so as they're walking us over our jeans I just hear him mumble « f**k it » and in front of his 2 good friends and 5 strangers who he is basically interviewing for a job for, he just drops his pants with no underwear and all in front of these people and changes like it was nothing at all. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">The clients jaws dropped and I heard a couple laughs and finally one of them asks « do you usually go without underwear or was that a special show just for us ? ». </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">He said he just forgot, and we finished changing and left but we all had a great laugh once we were out of there.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">20. A fashion advice you want to give women?</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Don't be afraid to dress down more. You don't always have to wear a dress or a skirt and sometimes when a girl dresses a little more unisex it can be attractive <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">(Marina Hermanovna just loves this answer: thank you darling, +1000 points for this)</span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmkLV3WtQGJ5Mg3PsUoisUEAUDcQzudrG6mMeIKAdrq9T0cJ4Bc-hE9wTOYfbrEteDNnywPXO_rqi7Fgk-sjYdZYjykyaS21a08faIt-mlBFsPun-Jt7AWGGyUW7GakAGq-zlb4Rv6g/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233637556075610354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmkLV3WtQGJ5Mg3PsUoisUEAUDcQzudrG6mMeIKAdrq9T0cJ4Bc-hE9wTOYfbrEteDNnywPXO_rqi7Fgk-sjYdZYjykyaS21a08faIt-mlBFsPun-Jt7AWGGyUW7GakAGq-zlb4Rv6g/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-blake+hardy-05.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">can you see the ladybug on my cheek? click to see it!**</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">21. Miniskirt past 40, what are your feelings?</span></span><br />If you got the body and your children aren't in the room :)<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">22. How do you do your makeup; what about yout hair, how do you wear it/take care of it? </span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I dont think this question is meant for me but sometimes for fun me and friends will put on black stripes under the eyes like war paint and go rage it at a dance club.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">23. All time favorite beauty products?</span></span><br />American Crew hair wax.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">24. Cheap & chic : your feelings towards vintage and thrift shops.</span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">F***n love them! Something doesn't have to be expensive or have a label everyone knows for it to be cool or look good. I go to thrift shops once a month to buy sell and trade clothes, and I enjoy it.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">25. H&M or Zara?</span></span><br />H&M. <br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">26. What’s the best and the worst part of your job? </span></span><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Best part is travelling and being surrounded by other creative people and the money, I won't lie. The worst part is the stereotypes that people label you with but even worse is when the stereotypes are true and you have to deal with ignorant close-minded vain people.<br /></div><br />**of course there's no birdy /ladybug to be seen, c'mon! :D<br /><br /><br />love,<br /><br /><br />Marina HermanovnaMARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-50983199960291194842008-07-30T20:53:00.034+02:002009-08-16T23:11:04.356+02:00Fabulous Encounters #2<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Hi you guys! It's been... </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Well let's just say that I cut my hair twice and shaved my legs 30 times since the last time, right? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">(Yeah 30, I'm italian, so what?)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Ok, so here's the interview with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">my friend Constance</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">, wearing some outfits right from her </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">amazing closet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">As if her closet wasn't amazing enough, she told me she has left most of her bags and dresses in Germany, at her mother's. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">I'm seriously considering renting a german mother with a closet full of MiuMiu myself. Anyway.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">The reason why I haven't updated my blog lately is because I got an editorial for a French magazine</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">, and this means a lot of work: finding locations, models, makeup & hair, defining the style with my inseparable Lorraine and then of course shooting.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">After the shooting comes the part I dread, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">the </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">editing</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"> (aka </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">"the part in which your favorite pictures just don't look good together"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">). </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">And then comes</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Photoshop, The Almighty.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJq2YVD86KykixEaQ8x96xQPjZiHgrnilFEx6boC_jC2WI10IBuEJgXHDX5L0JEFN7LRASeYSnTPdKs9dndEXB-QagTlz8iHt8yLuDOetjJD0YzjE_DhX5KvXShDjxLg9WSUV0rG5cvQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-005984.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJq2YVD86KykixEaQ8x96xQPjZiHgrnilFEx6boC_jC2WI10IBuEJgXHDX5L0JEFN7LRASeYSnTPdKs9dndEXB-QagTlz8iHt8yLuDOetjJD0YzjE_DhX5KvXShDjxLg9WSUV0rG5cvQ/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-005984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228941207467809618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">A picture of my left emisphere - irreversibly damaged, courtesy of Adobe</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Hell yeah, I passed the last two weeks in front of my Mac - holding firmly my graphic pen, listening to some trash euro pop and oldies - hoping to see the light. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Classic nerd stuff.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">I'm not finished with the retouching yet, thus </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I haven't seen the light yet. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">My complexion is starting to look greenish but I'm pretty sure I can't be synthethysing chlorophyll.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">But you guys, you can go out, walk your dog, collect his crap, eat an icecream and do all the things you can't do when you're PhotoWashing your brain away so just please, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">do me a favor.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Next time someone says "Oh no problem! It can be </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">easily</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"> fixed with Photoshop!", do reply on my behalf:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">"Uh-uh! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">SHE </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">will retouch it with Photoshop! "it" doesn't retouch a thing! And no, it ain't easy".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Thank you for clearing that up.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">love,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">marina hermanovna</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">ps.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">Wanna see my editorial pics? I know! I know! I cannot show you the pics because the magazine comes out in October - till then, just words and maybe a few backstage shots!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">;)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">- Constance Astbury - </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Fashion Designer</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Interview & pics by Marina Hermanovna</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurTcWWMDZgJ_9J1wQl26bjTazgIs-k9vQBZ-KprYuS2YlkUKHsSS8we8s6CDeZHIy01uC8AWB587vr4UfP3H9cxE7ghYqMrM42L_TjD3BPbDibGSh6SaONnMGRRX4q7DRAZUHCNsxoA/s1600-h/00+constance+astbury+%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608-006106.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurTcWWMDZgJ_9J1wQl26bjTazgIs-k9vQBZ-KprYuS2YlkUKHsSS8we8s6CDeZHIy01uC8AWB587vr4UfP3H9cxE7ghYqMrM42L_TjD3BPbDibGSh6SaONnMGRRX4q7DRAZUHCNsxoA/s400/00+constance+astbury+%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608-006106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228883942811492738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">(Yes, I only interview hot & talented people. I hope you don't mind)</span></span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Reminder: click onto my pics to enlarge them </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> ('cause I'm worth it!)</span></div><div><br /></div>1. Job/age/City your were born/City you live in?</span></span><br />I’m a fashion designer/ stylist/ painter/ creative thinker born in west Berlin. I actually live in L.A.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">2. When/how did you decide fashion was your business?</span></span><br />When I got my first italian Vogue, at the age of 13.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">3. Favorite designers?</span></span><br />I admire designers who follow the less the market rules – just like Martin Margiela and Miuccia Prada.<div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8xFj5sHORMBBiCKTsblfEglgk1zuQ8dgyRZz0yiRrDBTVH5BGLnBPX5m-QTG6zv5c9bT29YRx79mVoThLun3CZRVG7tcghCXIUebMnSmJntd-LEeH3xebYmiZdMFdJvaI54YTx1IUg/s1600-h/01+constance+astbury+%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608_MG_4848.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8xFj5sHORMBBiCKTsblfEglgk1zuQ8dgyRZz0yiRrDBTVH5BGLnBPX5m-QTG6zv5c9bT29YRx79mVoThLun3CZRVG7tcghCXIUebMnSmJntd-LEeH3xebYmiZdMFdJvaI54YTx1IUg/s400/01+constance+astbury+%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608_MG_4848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228884574560146882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">boots: Jil Sander</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">trench: vintage</span></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">4. Last purchase, future purchase?</span></span><br />Egyptian gauze wrap-skirt found on a long weekend in the desert of Palm Springs. I only think of the present…<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">5. If your style was a city/a movie/a dish what would it be?</span></span><br />It would certainly be « La dolce vita » by Federico Fellini.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">6</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">. Name a style trend you could never follow or understand.</span></span><br />None ?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOQavvjI78YJSFSDAqpZS_WPsQsRpEkvfaLpktEiZ7Wlr0GV_5H5qOzP59yfPwGujWdcVul3rw4yhMLq68LTYsuYKI-ZFRwNSdF_QuiqiVcNFC68ReOebBZVaCz4hxYFiSDd5uUvhow/s1600-h/02+constance+astbury+%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608_MG_4879.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzOQavvjI78YJSFSDAqpZS_WPsQsRpEkvfaLpktEiZ7Wlr0GV_5H5qOzP59yfPwGujWdcVul3rw4yhMLq68LTYsuYKI-ZFRwNSdF_QuiqiVcNFC68ReOebBZVaCz4hxYFiSDd5uUvhow/s400/02+constance+astbury+%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608_MG_4879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228884700945316194" /></a><br /><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">7. If your house took fire and you had 30 seconds to pack before escaping, what would you take?</span></span><br />My vintage Playboy sunglasses!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">8. What do you build your style around?</span></span><br />My mood determines my style. Mostly.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">9. I could live my life in…. </span></span><br />Bikinis and havaianas flip flops from Brazil.<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpPEGUu_Alo1g5XXJXcUMRl9718Svu_WwreqN4lz7Q39Nf03qMIU1MXy9vaKjSiLIhJxqbIfBDylOyAgOQJKOHuWuHBloBvNa50pBMT8l0SgHGrpSffPei1XZCTyBf17b05h7e7tAtA/s1600-h/constanz-astbury%C2%A9mara.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpPEGUu_Alo1g5XXJXcUMRl9718Svu_WwreqN4lz7Q39Nf03qMIU1MXy9vaKjSiLIhJxqbIfBDylOyAgOQJKOHuWuHBloBvNa50pBMT8l0SgHGrpSffPei1XZCTyBf17b05h7e7tAtA/s400/constanz-astbury%C2%A9mara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370671779265640658" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">©MARA</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">dress: Givenchy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: vintage Stella Mc Cartney</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br />10. Name three items or trends you’ll never be caught wearing. </span></span><br />Never say never…<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">11. Some girls buy too may shoes, others are bagaholics. I know one who has 100 bras. What’s your fashion bulimia ?</span></span><br />Boots! I just can’t get me enough boots…<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">12. Tell me the three colors, three fabrics and the three brands you wear more often. </span></span><br />Black, Lila and Off White / Right now it's Givenchy, Balenciaga and Prada.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">13. My youth fashion faux pas I’m not ashamed to reveal.</span></span><br />None !<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">14. The best fashion advice I was given.</span></span><br />Just follow your instinct.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZKSYXJ0XtZFhSI9eWmjl4A9I9Tj_aaspBUJJgBR1gc_g9VY7JU5k-cm2RSblt2_0Ojo4pzVyFFex9BZIsBdYHzlqxLbvMB0gQkUmrAfAkQ1J09KQKTd-XJX6JTRWb642GQLwGmLtzw/s1600-h/04+constance+astbury+%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608-006186.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZKSYXJ0XtZFhSI9eWmjl4A9I9Tj_aaspBUJJgBR1gc_g9VY7JU5k-cm2RSblt2_0Ojo4pzVyFFex9BZIsBdYHzlqxLbvMB0gQkUmrAfAkQ1J09KQKTd-XJX6JTRWb642GQLwGmLtzw/s400/04+constance+astbury+%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608-006186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228885056098695986" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">15. Personal style icon.</span></span><br />Bianca Jagger.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">16. Tell me the name of someone famous whose style is overrated and one whose style is underrated</span></span>.<br />I have to be political correct and keep those secrets unpublished.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">17. Name a young designer off the chain.</span></span><br />Students in college.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">18. When you’re designing you find inspiration in...</span></span><br />People and all medias.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">19. Tell me a funny fashion anecdote so we can laugh a little.</span></span><br />Once I had to cut a dress like 3 seconds before the show and then pinn it back together faster than light, and just pretend everything was made on purpose…<br /><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbEqCWIPbCkK4iNM1s_fBMFdEOalSYFFxNyCDFN5-LzXl1MPCzFw0qa1G19Efdqda1zc0ljrPXIEteHtlcfpx6Tru7dRPNW3TU0zS2AKVluwE0YYrb-YxQxGoNrPUu_6c0YywONGiXA/s1600-h/05+constance+astbury+%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608-006231.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbEqCWIPbCkK4iNM1s_fBMFdEOalSYFFxNyCDFN5-LzXl1MPCzFw0qa1G19Efdqda1zc0ljrPXIEteHtlcfpx6Tru7dRPNW3TU0zS2AKVluwE0YYrb-YxQxGoNrPUu_6c0YywONGiXA/s400/05+constance+astbury+%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608-006231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228885269039844578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">dress: Prada<br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shoes: vintage Marni</span></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">20. Fashion advice you want to give men.</span></span><br />Follow what suits your personality.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">21. Miniskirt past 40, what are your feelings?</span></span><br />If you have the body and you know how to rock it, go for it.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">22. How do you do your makeup; what about yout hair, how do you wear it/take care of it?</span></span><br />I love Shiseido's makeup. As for hair, I use products from Hawaii to keep it smooth.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">23. My all time favorite beauty products and fragrances.</span></span><br />YSL nail polish and Odeur 54.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">24. Cheap & chic : your feelings towards vintage and thrift shops.</span></span><br />Love ‘em ! One of my inspiration meccas.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">25. H&M or Zara ?</span></span><br />No no no, I’d rather find something more original at thrift stores.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br />26. What’s the worst/best part of your job ?</span></span><br />When styles come out differently then you expected but in a surprisingly bad way…<br />And the best part is when everybody goes 'AHHHH' 'ooohhhhhh' 'amazing’ and any other word from the “joy vocabulary” - and all sorts of happy expressions on different faces. That speaks for itself.<br /><br /></div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-31531931557455475032008-07-07T21:47:00.045+02:002008-07-09T18:34:55.537+02:00Fabulous Encounters #1<div><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I know, I know.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PTVcOb6dAIuWQhn6hbUbqd2r7mYnMZU8j0a-2ZU8xBKzxQ3z9_g3gScHL0AKrUXlB3rWCQdIyVoFhm1gEEtgGa-W4kkz8S84wzQi7J1rq4Pq1Kbs7FW4mZZsVOwQzXO0hiLOF3nxHg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-01_MG_6990.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PTVcOb6dAIuWQhn6hbUbqd2r7mYnMZU8j0a-2ZU8xBKzxQ3z9_g3gScHL0AKrUXlB3rWCQdIyVoFhm1gEEtgGa-W4kkz8S84wzQi7J1rq4Pq1Kbs7FW4mZZsVOwQzXO0hiLOF3nxHg/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-01_MG_6990.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761485294849426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">dress: New Look</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">necklace: vintage</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">cat: one of a kind</span></div><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I haven't been posting for ages - I'm sorry. I've been preparing the first of our three upcoming Fashion Encounters, which, together with my occasional working to pay for my spaghetti, made it impossible to update this blog. Up till now!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">But I'm back, chattier than ever, with a whole lotta pictures - hoping you'll just give me some love in return. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Soon enough I'll be posting the other two interviews/photoshoots I've been bragging about lately, one with a male model and the other with a very special fashion designer. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">You know you can't wait! ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Marina Hermanovna</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Fabulous Encounters n.1</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> Lorraine Cassen - fashion editor</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Interview by Marina Hermanovna </span></span></span></div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqejB5SyJikNdZf-vXwsK4j5249MZtQelhSiZwYf_1IU1doZTJd4AtX5xPU9icgR7iLc4ADByOb3P0Vf4okGk0JPdSozyGtxx9PTTpmntvhO42yh_uP_lcbxtj1jPJoXqOa569FXafA/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-03b_MG_6984.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqejB5SyJikNdZf-vXwsK4j5249MZtQelhSiZwYf_1IU1doZTJd4AtX5xPU9icgR7iLc4ADByOb3P0Vf4okGk0JPdSozyGtxx9PTTpmntvhO42yh_uP_lcbxtj1jPJoXqOa569FXafA/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-03b_MG_6984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762646259556434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Plume, Lorraine's cat, wasn't too pleased with the photoshoot</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">1. Job/age/City your were born/City you live in?</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I'm 24 and I've always lived in Paris. I'm a fashion editor for magazines such as Enjoy, Dandy, L'Homme.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">2. When did you decide your future was in the fashion industry?</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">After 3 years studying litterature, I had the opportunity to get a summer job at DS magazine. And that was it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">3. Favourite designers?</span><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Karl Lagerfeld for Chanel, Christian Lacroix and of course Balenciaga.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuEx_F7Rn9zNkwyG08rITeGrBB2FjKIdcRe9NGhmmjydRNd8vOLsX64f5zzezUIxptK_NZmsgRv6mtfHEuZBAqEhVFQYUEzenJhLR2YbqSPlmsLg51n-0W3_sWuZIlLXozbh_LT9C3w/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-02_MG_6976.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuEx_F7Rn9zNkwyG08rITeGrBB2FjKIdcRe9NGhmmjydRNd8vOLsX64f5zzezUIxptK_NZmsgRv6mtfHEuZBAqEhVFQYUEzenJhLR2YbqSPlmsLg51n-0W3_sWuZIlLXozbh_LT9C3w/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-02_MG_6976.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220761672790825186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">So he managed to hide while the weird stranger kept blinking his big black eye</span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">4. Last purchase, future purchase.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Two weeks ago I bought a pair of leather and wood sandals at Zara. Right now I'm dreaming of glads with heels, but I haven't found the perfect ones yet.<br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">5. If your style was a city/a movie/a dish what would it be ?</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Definitely Paris. Even if it sounds a bit cliché Paris is the most beautiful city in the world, and here women have an incredible style, as you can see on our blog. If I could live in a movie, I would choose Grease for the party dresses, the retro glasses and the perfect brushings. If my style was a dish, it would be an ice cream with whipped cream on top : colorful, girly and sweet.<br /></div></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6GjAACxgrhVOaXcfU9D6PWcni8hrIWMdcwJ-QArWQl0DVefVo3r3euBwqUl2IpvBvtWLYJAazNsXYIuN78wtbNUKIiVJ70AH9yvetjmsh-VA2LyOgWLNgxhN3K9o6THOCgnifenm9w/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-04_MG_7084.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6GjAACxgrhVOaXcfU9D6PWcni8hrIWMdcwJ-QArWQl0DVefVo3r3euBwqUl2IpvBvtWLYJAazNsXYIuN78wtbNUKIiVJ70AH9yvetjmsh-VA2LyOgWLNgxhN3K9o6THOCgnifenm9w/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-04_MG_7084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762764198073522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Let's continue our investigation into this girl's closet, shall we?</span></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">6. A style trend you could never follow or understand.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Urban streetwear style, like Marithé and François Girbaud... it might be charming on some girls, but it just doesn't work for me.<br /></div></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIS9YpMqA-gLjEWxaDxKiKliLFBJ8hKqkPYUQB9BA6hg0qVmMOHGENeQsPM1r7shQEWH-CHk53jh3dj1Io5DuTXmC4J-BVjrEIKF9NEBSbiVhp9Z3iLalK4_Eh8Qh3Ulnvl4PWjUBmA/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-05_MG_7079.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIS9YpMqA-gLjEWxaDxKiKliLFBJ8hKqkPYUQB9BA6hg0qVmMOHGENeQsPM1r7shQEWH-CHk53jh3dj1Io5DuTXmC4J-BVjrEIKF9NEBSbiVhp9Z3iLalK4_Eh8Qh3Ulnvl4PWjUBmA/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-05_MG_7079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220762922854734338" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">We've found the body of evidence: this girl is a huge fashion victim!</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">7. If your house took fire and you had 30 seconds to pack before escaping, what would you take? <br /></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">My cat, Plume.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">8. What do you build your style around?<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">First I choose the shoes and some accessories; the rest of the look just follows.<br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;">9. I could live my life in….<br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Jeans, especially skinny: I think they are elegant and comfy.<br /></div></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDfMtNfTsEcpsZQJEfsTGXULMACuMk2vwgXBkAqvA7kUCrVDOztVCKExHARWthosChyFO2urGT5PUKM9hwZ7LhGffbdLH62RfXdrhdU5rYUjpF1tiPQP3yIwCZgy4xchrxt8GLISwNKg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-07_MG_7071-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDfMtNfTsEcpsZQJEfsTGXULMACuMk2vwgXBkAqvA7kUCrVDOztVCKExHARWthosChyFO2urGT5PUKM9hwZ7LhGffbdLH62RfXdrhdU5rYUjpF1tiPQP3yIwCZgy4xchrxt8GLISwNKg/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-07_MG_7071-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220763246834896370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">10. Name three items or trends you'll never be caught wearing.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Ballerinas, and others flat shoes. Baggy jeans. And red, that looks awful with my blond hair (aside from accessories).<br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">11. Some girls buy too may shoes, others are bagaholics. I know one who has 100 bras. What's your fashion bulimia?</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I can't resist scarfs, I must own at least 50, and I keep buying more!<br /></div></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuadh_OU_uJ3tMIAJP5nLiI2IQmzxvArd8leq_m7qHQIrYuutbptX9ixBoDorFJJYXmpjNqoypA0T_IHH39o3mUtHuraOtPnghRjon5DL2LAVa8oJXu9IJs1Meq8GRFLIvHGpGTMsCuA/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-08_MG_7070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuadh_OU_uJ3tMIAJP5nLiI2IQmzxvArd8leq_m7qHQIrYuutbptX9ixBoDorFJJYXmpjNqoypA0T_IHH39o3mUtHuraOtPnghRjon5DL2LAVa8oJXu9IJs1Meq8GRFLIvHGpGTMsCuA/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-08_MG_7070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220763421549313186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">12. Tell me the three colors, three fabrics and the three brands you wear more often.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I wear mostly black, yellow and my beloved pink. As for fabrics I wear denim, cotton and cashmere. My favourite brands are H&M, New Look and N2 jewels.<br /></div></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwHKdt1zjPqHzWj_Dj38TTRbYo7M_3M5LFljeufr_RuaPB2ydudvPC9wv_Fg5Oz7XLRi2MFKsfppnENdRBb6H6GvJ2XNSPRIx5r2FiXjRlqOKsFw2gPDVqn_v43nU5K-KdzA6sZD4zg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-_MG_7152.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwHKdt1zjPqHzWj_Dj38TTRbYo7M_3M5LFljeufr_RuaPB2ydudvPC9wv_Fg5Oz7XLRi2MFKsfppnENdRBb6H6GvJ2XNSPRIx5r2FiXjRlqOKsFw2gPDVqn_v43nU5K-KdzA6sZD4zg/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-_MG_7152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220773315398510018" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">13. My youth fashion faux pas I'm not ashamed to reveal.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I've made many faux pas, because I've tried anything. But the combo miniskirt + fishnet stockings and stilettos takes the cake. Or maybe baggy jeans with a big Nike / Schott logo sweater... this used to be cool when I was fifteen. I'm just sayin'.<br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">14. The best fashion advice you were given?</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Color on your nails is good for your mood!<br /></div></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUWmusfC6L_3y9vNmOgC3jACl3iGwEW-3i6TwlMdtLrXEukLqYh2HoNjX4Gtfs5_nnOSTDUNh7gxw_HSJK9n9c-AAn0519keYXldKCnLkmvyBPrPsmrYC-pYuVWAOLZC4bNaOCS16_g/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-09_MG_7223.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirUWmusfC6L_3y9vNmOgC3jACl3iGwEW-3i6TwlMdtLrXEukLqYh2HoNjX4Gtfs5_nnOSTDUNh7gxw_HSJK9n9c-AAn0519keYXldKCnLkmvyBPrPsmrYC-pYuVWAOLZC4bNaOCS16_g/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-09_MG_7223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220763526699619250" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">15. Personal style icon.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Kate Moss, Agyness Deyn, Cameron Diaz.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVukWiHLKROlEyk-en04nm41GVVIxoqRpJJMZU2oYaK5ZLntrMJexqJTDup0_9VDNjoH7G2QIWSiiY8hBAblO1PjxbtP8429DJuQMcLEz_AqTyzZRwBQW4qByrI33evZjNXar5WeZCQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-11_MG_7233.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVukWiHLKROlEyk-en04nm41GVVIxoqRpJJMZU2oYaK5ZLntrMJexqJTDup0_9VDNjoH7G2QIWSiiY8hBAblO1PjxbtP8429DJuQMcLEz_AqTyzZRwBQW4qByrI33evZjNXar5WeZCQ/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-11_MG_7233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220763864578875618" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">top and bracelets: H&M</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">skinny jeans: Cheap Monday</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">sandals: Bruno Frisoni</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">wristwatch: vintage</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">hat: Sandro (not visible in this pic!)</span></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">16. Tell me the name of someone famous whose style is overrated and one whose style is underrated</span>.<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Cameron Diaz always looks amazing on the red carpet. She can make a jumpsuit look expensive. Kylie Minogue has the worst look for me: granny in the daytime, blah at night.<br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">17. Name a young designer off the chain.</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Gareth Pugh, but he's already big in the UK.<br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">18. When designing you find inspiration in...</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm afraid I cannot design… I'm absolutely hopeless.<br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">(To be fair that's my fault: she's a stylist not a designer - I should have asked her a different question! )</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vDjjnaYbRya8Mgf4P_JbzYoU-OBFN0g7Sjl6xbS6mz9KJwK6QqWVJQ-rIhChMinh7b6Oj6WjO1WwvwssXGAyHkcK4_U6wfIxmlue9o2KbI5n47dJcuDE7__2-1QFtl-Z64s5eU6spw/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-10_MG_7232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vDjjnaYbRya8Mgf4P_JbzYoU-OBFN0g7Sjl6xbS6mz9KJwK6QqWVJQ-rIhChMinh7b6Oj6WjO1WwvwssXGAyHkcK4_U6wfIxmlue9o2KbI5n47dJcuDE7__2-1QFtl-Z64s5eU6spw/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-10_MG_7232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220763704269521570" /></a><br /><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">19. Tell me a funny fashion anecdote so we can laugh a little.</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Spaghetti straps just don't like sitting on my shoulders, I guess. They tend to pop in the middle of the street, of course when I'm on my way to work and possibly late.<br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">20. Fashion advice you want to give men.</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Steer clear of hair products and huge baggy jeans. Try instead handbags and V neck t-shirts.<br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">21. Miniskirt past 40, what are your feelings?</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">If the legs are OK why not? A woman can be beautiful at any age.<br /></div><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCS_zZXl1dA17Fz_LCXZxaK_sQ6Kq2aXSY_Nka3LZ8fe4fXzAXUoQTR2xeLBvnieuNkXSrVnzV92WjzkwzzWvbDyy4r3qXzO4UOYirvTJThjDBWAusdF0dBqjnxEEC2_cGd4WcnbaJJw/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-13_MG_7137.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCS_zZXl1dA17Fz_LCXZxaK_sQ6Kq2aXSY_Nka3LZ8fe4fXzAXUoQTR2xeLBvnieuNkXSrVnzV92WjzkwzzWvbDyy4r3qXzO4UOYirvTJThjDBWAusdF0dBqjnxEEC2_cGd4WcnbaJJw/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-13_MG_7137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220764131745758050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">top: vintage</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">vest, pants and necklace: H&M</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">bracelets: Claire's</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">sandals: Zara</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">22. How do you do your makeup? What about your hair, how do you wear it/take care of it?</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm a make up addict, I can't see myself going out without powder, blush, flashy eyeshadow, khôl, mascara and lipstick. I bleach my hair so I must take care of it; I use moisturizing masks from Mizani.<br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">23. My all time favorite beauty products and fragrances.</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm addicted... to Dior Addict! I think it's sexy. And I'm also a fan of AquaEyes crayons from Make Up for Ever: fancy colors, easy to apply.<br /></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">24. Cheap & chic: your feelings towards vintage and thrift shops.</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm crazy about vintage and I love going to thrift shops and markets where I can find unique items for a few euros.<br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZxQBMa5_ZqZQzzx_FP6xHSNsATFioFjM2xuQpV1Oky_KabjyLJdLowcN6FGFK3w6zF1J_ydRByM4fLe-wk3beDPCOdzBzmFRebwkbhQp_Xib_iBB2RO8o1Klf7lr2JknGKjOyQQliQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-14_MG_6926.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZxQBMa5_ZqZQzzx_FP6xHSNsATFioFjM2xuQpV1Oky_KabjyLJdLowcN6FGFK3w6zF1J_ydRByM4fLe-wk3beDPCOdzBzmFRebwkbhQp_Xib_iBB2RO8o1Klf7lr2JknGKjOyQQliQ/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-14_MG_6926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220764551792128338" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">sweater, bracelets and T-shirt: H&M</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shorts: New Look</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">platform sandals: Fornarina</span></span></div></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">25. H&M or Zara?</span> </span><br /></div></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">H&M forever. They have the best styles, prices and quality.</span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">26. What's the most difficult part of your job?</span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><div style="text-align: justify;">To deal the with the big ego of oh so many people…<br /></div></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQhWP9Jerbcr3hz5i4x1l2QDBQ_Pr-zSXF5o0iDTT5RytRrQv4jWFYbQI-kzHGw1BLSEKzst-OdfX9kMKys6JU7NgCS2_4NK7IRWSeBE_Sm51yVLCUoinDrNzjTo8EN8mHluEbFTf1w/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-15_MG_6944.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQhWP9Jerbcr3hz5i4x1l2QDBQ_Pr-zSXF5o0iDTT5RytRrQv4jWFYbQI-kzHGw1BLSEKzst-OdfX9kMKys6JU7NgCS2_4NK7IRWSeBE_Sm51yVLCUoinDrNzjTo8EN8mHluEbFTf1w/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-lorraine-cassen-15_MG_6944.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220764689021665138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Meow!</span></span></div><br /><br /></div></span></span>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-76869598009928895462008-06-28T18:42:00.009+02:002008-06-28T22:36:11.838+02:00Firestarter<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV0Bt0phlfxPXily1mQ60uYVh6YHENq2Hf3JPecCrkHxF8J1d3PgqsV-3b4lZJAN1TRsb4cCVmPaG89Exx090IhyphenhyphenxYOJ_8vYaUcMT1t33mbKk6OhwDXXmzSEyUFtHb9wUOvvRXhLTZZg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608-luck+be+a+lady000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV0Bt0phlfxPXily1mQ60uYVh6YHENq2Hf3JPecCrkHxF8J1d3PgqsV-3b4lZJAN1TRsb4cCVmPaG89Exx090IhyphenhyphenxYOJ_8vYaUcMT1t33mbKk6OhwDXXmzSEyUFtHb9wUOvvRXhLTZZg/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608-luck+be+a+lady000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216974268715517794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">dress: Prada<br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">slingbacks: Marni</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the photographer's shadow: casted it myself</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">These pictures are just a starter for my upcoming interview with fashion designer and muse Constance Astbury.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">During my stay in Los Angeles <span class="Apple-style-span" style="">we shot a fashion editorial</span> in her neighbour's flat, starring Constance as a fairly crazy lady in a whole lot of mess.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The shooting has been difficult, to say the least. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I had very little light to work with as I could not bring my lighting equipment and I'd rather shoot with natural light than using a cobrasnake flash.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Fun Facts:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Not only Flash Packs cost like a sports' motorbike and weigh like a 9 years old, but these bulky batteries get inevitably mistaken for bombs during X-ray inpections at the airport. </span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">How about renting instead?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgERPuoUMOC5Opa8KFZrZGt2DniDrRvpLIFZMycYsc-ESHevRcWpzQ-RIat8SuEFJXzDrxzQVoPNu5ZwAlPJ5CQpioGY75BzXOkI3d86aRvZYXL0PaUL0nOht3wfYkLY65Pohg-qEOJBQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608-luck+be+a+lady00.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgERPuoUMOC5Opa8KFZrZGt2DniDrRvpLIFZMycYsc-ESHevRcWpzQ-RIat8SuEFJXzDrxzQVoPNu5ZwAlPJ5CQpioGY75BzXOkI3d86aRvZYXL0PaUL0nOht3wfYkLY65Pohg-qEOJBQ/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA150608-luck+be+a+lady00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216974107413549746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The flat was very small and filled with furniture and fragile </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">décor</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> of all sorts</span>, which translates into moving like Catherine Zeta Jones in Entrapement while holding a wide angle lens, while directing a stunning yet somewhat stubborn subject. <br /></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Did I mention that we had no makeup artist, no hairstylist, no assistants, no styling, no time at all?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Because of course we didn't.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nevertheless we took many pictures I can't wait to show you guys... hopefully you'll go easy on my first interview as well, as I am not a journalist by any means.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Love,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Marina Hermanovna</div><div><br /></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-59289534874608799382008-06-26T14:16:00.008+02:002008-06-28T18:19:50.271+02:00Simply Stunning // Personal Venus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMu_YrMtOfFBC9HLE1pnOSy6GuNSO-Xu0wT1cb4JrPnpm37HtW6zSaLbcj3yOnA7xqkvxXakUiurQkwOqMT_mVc355HvMAKhhgg5_kq0Vn_iX_L2g0HQSldeXyjb1oPkREB49Plii0rA/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-CA260608-caleidos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMu_YrMtOfFBC9HLE1pnOSy6GuNSO-Xu0wT1cb4JrPnpm37HtW6zSaLbcj3yOnA7xqkvxXakUiurQkwOqMT_mVc355HvMAKhhgg5_kq0Vn_iX_L2g0HQSldeXyjb1oPkREB49Plii0rA/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-CA260608-caleidos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216322677872606674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shoes: Agnès b. pour André<br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">dress: Et Vous</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm in Cannes. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm ashamed.</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The reason why I haven't been posting for nearly one week is that I am in heaven. Literally. </div><div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have been staying at the Eden Hotel for a few days, where I do little more than blowing bubbles in my Jacuzzi, tan and eat fish in fancy reastaurants.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I occasionally strutt my stuff on the Croisette and hit remarkable clubs at night.</div><div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">So what's so imbarassing about this whole situation? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Well, technically I'm not on holiday.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">They are paying me to be in Paradise.</span></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">All I have to do is sit in a booth for a few hours a day and whenever a client shows up, translate a demo for a new videogame either in French or in Italian.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Oh, here we hit the supermutant with a laser rifle. It doesn't work. Let's try a portable nuclear rocket launcher. We aim straight onto his face. He dies tossing his headskull necklace all around him. Now we're going to blow up a whole human village, but technically we could just hit the guy and run with the money...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Most people (aka. dutch people!) don't really need me so basically all I do is nibble, giggle and scribble.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The company I'm working for has also hired a girl just to hand over T-shirts to clients,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and she happens to be a delightful young lady whose real job is in the movie industry.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday at dinner she was wearing a black V-neck dress and a pair of sparkly blue Mary Janes. She looked like she just came out from a tango competition.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I fet compelled to capture her striking looks and personality, for Zena is bubblier than my Jacuzzi and sexyier than a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">filet mignon.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tomorrow I'm also posting older pictures of Constance from L.A., just a little taste of the whole story, coming soon on Fields of Fashion as well as her interview.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Say tuned !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">So long,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div> </div><div>Marina Hermanovna</div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYSZEtyK67i5dRiDe2RISl66XQm_cVi0eoOtSWrjkU1EcJNPfqQ4MG8NkbzoDcIGeJDkMn2FdZMS1x3xs03RcbnbkCKxZ2yoNVASt3ZOM3rzEqhZEDP_SEFpz9ZKGV3-d6KGcqWiTrw/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-CA260608-02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYSZEtyK67i5dRiDe2RISl66XQm_cVi0eoOtSWrjkU1EcJNPfqQ4MG8NkbzoDcIGeJDkMn2FdZMS1x3xs03RcbnbkCKxZ2yoNVASt3ZOM3rzEqhZEDP_SEFpz9ZKGV3-d6KGcqWiTrw/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-CA260608-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216322831589465538" /></a><br /></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-86638639096159057122008-06-21T14:39:00.017+02:002008-06-24T17:27:07.612+02:00Straight up Curly !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFg-wQ6PhBdwUAf_RnerSSdtNDl_HQXdhzWxh9pMlxpBoymVmsAJg28xaXaa1mBMZHvHoPiksH0sd_LBk-4pil4EImUAdB4Nwgc6Uj6l8wpSLaw8J0YubBTGlGz8hmh-hTYGwpJnd5lg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P010608-01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214313588157551458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFg-wQ6PhBdwUAf_RnerSSdtNDl_HQXdhzWxh9pMlxpBoymVmsAJg28xaXaa1mBMZHvHoPiksH0sd_LBk-4pil4EImUAdB4Nwgc6Uj6l8wpSLaw8J0YubBTGlGz8hmh-hTYGwpJnd5lg/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P010608-01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">pants: Alexander Mc Queen<br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shirt: Paul Smith</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">sneakers: vintage Adidas</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">bag: vintage Kodak</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">model: Victor @ </span><a href="http://82.127.23.165/WD100AWP/WD100Awp.exe/CONNECT/WebStudio"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Studio KLRP</span></a></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I woke up this morning with the distinct feeling my head was planning to explode. By listening carefully I could hear the countdown.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I took 2000 mg of paracetamol; this moved the locusts that are eating my brain from the right emisphere of my brain to the left.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">It still hurts pretty bad, but I guess it's alright since I'm lefthanded and creative, thus using mostly the right side of my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">cerebro</span>. Let the left emisphere rot away, wtf.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Originally this post was meant to be about what grows on top of this youngsters' head, instead of what is nibbling the inside of mine.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">So let's stick to the subject, shall we?</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">I think straight hair vs. curly hair is a very important fashion dicotomy </span>that has contributed to defining each and every remarkable fashion era up till now.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Flower Children, Swinging London models, the Twenties, the Nineties, were all super sleek.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">The Disco Seventies, the Eighties, the Thirties ... these eras were all wrapped up in head curlers.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">So where it's at in 2008?</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">I can see now most girls and boys wear their hair straight</span>, but there's a struggling minority proudly sporting a fierce set of curls - or even an afro.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I think this is refreshing. I'm so bored with the Victoria Secrets models' look and the whole Heidi Klum / Gisele Bundchen Long & Straight thing.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">I want to see shorter, fuzzier do's !</span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Here's two superstylish kids showcasing the inner coolness of the new curls. To me, they make waves.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">ps.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I just love the yellow Kodak bag. It's off the chain.<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigI5OnXVL46NFLwCCJZ2u_Or3DELvzHinv-5k3j8gWeEGNycc8tD8GCogDHHQVN7FVoAb0eXcCg2KQuraGBfxKvJRFQFnxXpo9XLtFWuENRbFv49ZJLu9WzhhFodnQX0AkBolWUnAPvw/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P230508-03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214315101885418514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigI5OnXVL46NFLwCCJZ2u_Or3DELvzHinv-5k3j8gWeEGNycc8tD8GCogDHHQVN7FVoAb0eXcCg2KQuraGBfxKvJRFQFnxXpo9XLtFWuENRbFv49ZJLu9WzhhFodnQX0AkBolWUnAPvw/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P230508-03.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">jacket: vintage<br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shoes: Zara</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">T shirt: American Apparel</span></div></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Texte en Français - par Lorraine Cassen</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Vous le reconnaissez ? </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Victor est le mannequin shooté par Marina pour la série mode mise en ligne précédemment sur le blog.</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Ce qu’on aime chez lui ? Ses traits ciselés et ses beaux yeux ténébreux, ça, c’est une évidence. Comme il s’agit ici de parler mode, je ne m’éterniserai pas sur son physique ravageur. <br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Question look, là encore, que des compliments, jugez plutôt : j’ai tout de suite flashé sur son <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">pantalon Alexander McQueen parfaitement coupé</span>, qu’il a choisi de coordonner avec des baskets vieillies, pour lui donner un côté cool. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Une <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">chemise aux manches roulées</span> (j’adoore !) sur un t-shirt basique et chic (signé Paul Smith), pas besoin d’en faire trop pour avoir de l’allure. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Enfin, point d’orgue de la tenue : <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">le sac vintage jaune, choix audacieux</span> que peu d’hommes assumeraient et qui vient transcender son look. <br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-73159391662422013812008-06-16T19:06:00.008+02:002008-06-16T21:09:03.462+02:00The Time Machine// The Twenties<div> </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCDnu8aqD-NuQKCXzlpdQi9GwU8UBV9H0noecgLIRmucl1AY8j8UXuvfouKam4vJONeDSMpAzP3oVN81BggHwS710nq7SlM9iQae7_mUl2_2bqPvdGvnhD1meHOqjzUjvouiE3c5DLQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA130608-thatsme1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCDnu8aqD-NuQKCXzlpdQi9GwU8UBV9H0noecgLIRmucl1AY8j8UXuvfouKam4vJONeDSMpAzP3oVN81BggHwS710nq7SlM9iQae7_mUl2_2bqPvdGvnhD1meHOqjzUjvouiE3c5DLQ/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA130608-thatsme1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212527075636710194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dress: Bizz<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">necklace: my beloved grandma's</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">glasses: $5, made in China, from downtown L.A.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">shoes: Ash</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm leaving L.A. in a few hours. I had the chance to achieve a lot during my stay.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I shot a men's editorial in a 2 million dollars house in Melrose with two models that are sweet as cupcakes, Blake and Leon @ Wilhelmina.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I took pictures of my muse Constance wearing outstanding outfit in her crazy neighbour's house, which looks like a Fellini's movie set.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I shot a kung fu video with world champion <a href="http://justanotheractress.blogspot.com/">Rachel Reynolds</a> in an abandoned parking lot, and by the end of the shooting we had a standing ovation from the windows of the surronding buildings.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I made an ass of myself on Hollywood Boulevard when they interviewed me for a T.V. show and I candidly admitted I haven't owned a television in years.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The host was left speechless for nearly 30 seconds, then she said "I'm sorry to do that, but we'll have to cut this. I'm going to ask you again - Do you watch a lot of reality television? - and this time the answer will be positive".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went to the Stars' Villas Sightseeing Tour, and now my 37 square meters flat in Paris looks just a little bit tinier.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I ate french fries every day, and my skinny pants remind me of that just as often.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I spent more money than I should and my luggage got consequently a lot heavier.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went to clubs, pool parties, fabulous villas, thrift stores, samba shows, american weddings, dance schools, block parties and much more.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">But most of all I spent quality time with my friends Rachel, Guido and Constance and this is just too precious for words.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love you guys,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Marina Hermanovna</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">ps.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">This outfit is late Twenties inspired. Today I'm too emotional to focus on fashion so I guess this is all I have to say. I hope you won't mind.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTp5yfPSHtDwwKKljw_yp8j1XyMzNpyuyaXkQDCOtkJW5mZEZApfzZFP4Tpmwu6bjQeu8j3gdTV5B9koDM9wl24PNs1F5l_xn1tGgeYwMPfLBJJ68rV9I7R_EH1N6nOQQGmdB8bih7BA/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA130608-thatsme1bis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTp5yfPSHtDwwKKljw_yp8j1XyMzNpyuyaXkQDCOtkJW5mZEZApfzZFP4Tpmwu6bjQeu8j3gdTV5B9koDM9wl24PNs1F5l_xn1tGgeYwMPfLBJJ68rV9I7R_EH1N6nOQQGmdB8bih7BA/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA130608-thatsme1bis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212553094761655058" /></a>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-69089760600289000462008-06-13T20:25:00.006+02:002008-06-13T22:29:43.814+02:00Vote for me! They already did!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYEAJS0-RYokmr37hQIhzgKdMxyOeo1A5oqa0MKr2ChuoMacH_LwoZ3EzGW6C55Q003P76HVTe7ySLvLpZYNQ2T2f6KCFPft0EU-0GJsQDliVFDrN3HaUAeuA4GD_nOIy8kKd9sJP3w/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-voteforme.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYEAJS0-RYokmr37hQIhzgKdMxyOeo1A5oqa0MKr2ChuoMacH_LwoZ3EzGW6C55Q003P76HVTe7ySLvLpZYNQ2T2f6KCFPft0EU-0GJsQDliVFDrN3HaUAeuA4GD_nOIy8kKd9sJP3w/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-voteforme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211436766040131378" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hi you guys, I need your help!</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>I recently did a casting for an Italian program: VideoMarta; they are looking for their new host for their streaming videos on the internet.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's going to be huge and I need you guys to vote for me. I really want to make videos!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the URL where you can find the videos of the three candidates,</div><div>Ilaria, Valentina and Mara (that's me! Marina being my nickname)</div><div><br /><a href="http://www.juliusdesign.net/videomarta-ecco-le-candidate-per-marta-20/">http://www.juliusdesign.net/videomarta-ecco-le-candidate-per-marta-20/</a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's all in Italian but who cares? Just leave a comment in english pleeeease!</div><div> </div><div>Love,</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>Marina Hermanovna</div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-45026312868608486592008-06-13T04:00:00.013+02:002008-06-13T22:37:33.813+02:00That's all Folk !<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgkbAUYD8UQnl3vdkAMYT63H6xeYsq6efmmKt4oT1w_PMKoVFbymcFb58y21KId_7PJ0SNDmL62i8SJ1YzltdNQhaJsNUSnyWPfJ7kKfX8jLEostg_5h_8HDCV0i1yeFIETJcYQm7OA/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA110608-thatsme.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgkbAUYD8UQnl3vdkAMYT63H6xeYsq6efmmKt4oT1w_PMKoVFbymcFb58y21KId_7PJ0SNDmL62i8SJ1YzltdNQhaJsNUSnyWPfJ7kKfX8jLEostg_5h_8HDCV0i1yeFIETJcYQm7OA/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA110608-thatsme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211183510116847106" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">colored jeans: Wax</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">crochet espadrillas, floulard: vintage</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">bag: Zara</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">bustier dress: Patrizia Pepe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">L.A. is awesome, I'm having a great time here. Yesterday I went out with my friend Rachel, talented actress/belly dancer/world kung fu champion (for real!). We went downtown for some shopping and as we were on our way we stopped to buy a drink. I said to myself "Hey, let's try one of these fancy flavored protein drinks they sell here in the US, it can do me no harm!"</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMm77sMLLxvKk5D5eHTpIkr-95lNd9BMusdoSo6T0wXYVeanyr7wsjJ1K0RWz9lgoindwV3vrzealRGb0K76ShiKq7TvUUrDDnBbnfiqQhxaVJRcMfjgaZdXzX5knsQspLaBQRDTMng/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMm77sMLLxvKk5D5eHTpIkr-95lNd9BMusdoSo6T0wXYVeanyr7wsjJ1K0RWz9lgoindwV3vrzealRGb0K76ShiKq7TvUUrDDnBbnfiqQhxaVJRcMfjgaZdXzX5knsQspLaBQRDTMng/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211193235313454578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">flip flops: Havaianas<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">poncho: from a tiny shop in Brazil</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">jeans: Levi's</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They had it in Vanilla, Chocolate and Strawberry, and I picked the latter.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Big mistake.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The thick liquid that came out of the can tasted like chewing gum and left my fingers sticky and my stomach sore.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I could learn this lesson for only $3,79</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">After this refreshing stop I got cramps in my tummy but I knew I'd probably live through this, so I felt like jumping.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We looked for a nice background, and I jumped and jumped and jumped, and struck fashionable and hippy poses and just jump, jump, jump.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfDnYAfJvpIzIL476GDUzHkHXxO-iQVliYfKLb3N-IIpubtYXi77JRAzNcbKSRvDHhwoL2CZmILFuwDvcmo7Un2S3DsxnS3Np_QULCxQ3mSrVPXeTwoMjuGBS7eYmQFG1DqeFXKpmmA/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA110608-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfDnYAfJvpIzIL476GDUzHkHXxO-iQVliYfKLb3N-IIpubtYXi77JRAzNcbKSRvDHhwoL2CZmILFuwDvcmo7Un2S3DsxnS3Np_QULCxQ3mSrVPXeTwoMjuGBS7eYmQFG1DqeFXKpmmA/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA110608-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211194548430729938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">dress: Forever 21<br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">sandals: vintage<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">necklace: les Nereides</span><br /></div></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">One hour later I got a great shot and my stomach was a little better but my feet hurt.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Enough, I sound like a grandma with arthritis. Let's be a little younger, shall we?<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmZcxOaRXLBrRXwe6W8IgDBK1oy3Ywn4N-FeuBd3YHplflqWOgZib235qhXoV0GRQx7XtWfDh9wLuCr8JsCAEiWYbwK7WtwnKz1QiKKqhzmPWsKwXevnwrY7xsX9dVBdzWdb7NuSgjQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmZcxOaRXLBrRXwe6W8IgDBK1oy3Ywn4N-FeuBd3YHplflqWOgZib235qhXoV0GRQx7XtWfDh9wLuCr8JsCAEiWYbwK7WtwnKz1QiKKqhzmPWsKwXevnwrY7xsX9dVBdzWdb7NuSgjQ/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211423413642046178" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">bikini: Missoni<br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shades: Palyboy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">hat: vintage (Rose Bowl - Pasadena)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:10px;">foulard: from Thailand</span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These days I'm into folk-hippie with a contemporary twist.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">My friend Rachel gave me a great pair of colored jeans and I first wore them with a sleeveles dress from Patrizia Pepe and a purple foulard from Thailand.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Later on I purchased a brown flowery shirt, all feminine and see-through and quite astonishingly it worked just as good with the hue of my new pair of jeans.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Four hours and 160 dollars later we went home with two bags worth of clothing, and I plan on showing you guys the rest of it pretty soon...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQZUapy9TYcMt9uMLi8FxkVXaDRbHMRQvhwSUZHIrf-55ejNHzl_v_Y0OZt6opxH4rGAukiggjxq1f2WI-ekSE1sbrPiNI9Spv9jjuBZGvIDZebNFxESNg7aF3fae-REX_EK1HLHZYg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA110608-thatsme2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQZUapy9TYcMt9uMLi8FxkVXaDRbHMRQvhwSUZHIrf-55ejNHzl_v_Y0OZt6opxH4rGAukiggjxq1f2WI-ekSE1sbrPiNI9Spv9jjuBZGvIDZebNFxESNg7aF3fae-REX_EK1HLHZYg/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA110608-thatsme2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211195900437475234" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shirt: little chinese shop downtown L.A.<br /></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">jeans: Wax</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shades: vintage Polaroid</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So long,</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">marina hermanovna</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div> </div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-2850556051087586572008-06-10T18:35:00.015+02:002008-06-10T20:55:37.900+02:00Pool Poulettes*<div> </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BASTTF9k2ff2DVKhsr8BX0UHB5pHF3NR4JVnEXcmGubrS9TZwcHWAMwmwSQ5C55c9biHWVuAmRfQ536DEStSIsHTcx7zOGGybSgDcGNZw3DsNdcAe2jS9UYV8yMF4WxGVyKXGTRAzQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-thatsme1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6BASTTF9k2ff2DVKhsr8BX0UHB5pHF3NR4JVnEXcmGubrS9TZwcHWAMwmwSQ5C55c9biHWVuAmRfQ536DEStSIsHTcx7zOGGybSgDcGNZw3DsNdcAe2jS9UYV8yMF4WxGVyKXGTRAzQ/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-thatsme1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210293160119565250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shoes: vintage<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shades: vintage Polaroid</span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">dress, hat: vintage (Rose Bowl)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My friend Constance took me to the Rose Bowl, the awesome monthly flea market that takes place in Pasadena.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Somewhere between my second greasy hotdog and my very first California sunstroke</span>,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> I scored </span>a pair of puffy Catherine Malandrino shorts, some beige crochet <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">espadrillas</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">the flowy dress with floral embroidery </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">pictured above</span>, that looks similar to the one Jackie from <a href="http://sweatersandvests.blogspot.com/">Sweaters and Vests </a>is craving.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">I think </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">the flowy white dress is the summer's equivalent to the little black dress,</span> which means <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">effortless appeal and impressive versatility</span>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigA1ibaCVJygIqr0uODLKGs8KmMPQFjHjnTlixi9CFJ2RmNQf1j1JWR5qVMqfvo4bkFWTW7qUKnBwgBaVkK1WJcY7ZsAEHggv6S0PN9NjlmAwXVmbERpkFgubi7kcM8e-YNsEOAEQdA/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-06bis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigA1ibaCVJygIqr0uODLKGs8KmMPQFjHjnTlixi9CFJ2RmNQf1j1JWR5qVMqfvo4bkFWTW7qUKnBwgBaVkK1WJcY7ZsAEHggv6S0PN9NjlmAwXVmbERpkFgubi7kcM8e-YNsEOAEQdA/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-06bis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210300672512059714" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shades: Playboy<br /></span></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">white shirt: I'm asking my friend Constance tonight</span></span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I will wear this dress loose for pool parties and on the beach, with vintage <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">richelieus</span> and a straw hat; I can eventually dress this up only by keeping a few accessories in my bag! I could lose the hat and throw in a wide green belt with a golden buckle and big round sunglasses.</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">(I would wear the belt high on my waist, as I was never sold on the low-on-the-hips-wide-belt trend).<br /></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">* Chicks</div><div> </div><div> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-42141625095029846892008-06-10T00:05:00.011+02:002008-06-10T01:50:55.814+02:00Younger and Hotter in L.A.<div> </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvGO9XI2Pcn6mY1B413Il3WNfFx9Lhp040dAAQMNWitdG7lRG9Zasa57_ZhZ2n-da3eTQEkHLr7YrDjD4krIAwOXdJvfKy3Qy4-8DsN3qR9qpjUubEyIlFfVodfcTuSUdJfnq8s3QXQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvGO9XI2Pcn6mY1B413Il3WNfFx9Lhp040dAAQMNWitdG7lRG9Zasa57_ZhZ2n-da3eTQEkHLr7YrDjD4krIAwOXdJvfKy3Qy4-8DsN3qR9qpjUubEyIlFfVodfcTuSUdJfnq8s3QXQ/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210028669567319330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">bikini: Missoni</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">dog: vintage</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So here I am in L.A.<br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What’s new? The temperature, rather obviously. The sun shines for real here in California, and hopefully I will get my first tan in three years (and if I don’t I’ll just buy it at Mystic Tan to make every milky european jealous when I get back).<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not only I am hotter here in L.A., but I am also 9 hours younger: I’ve been sleepy for two days now - I guess that’s the price I have to pay - but I’m getting rid of this side effect as I am typing or I’ll just ask the devil for a refund.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The landscape has changed a lot as well: palm trees gracing wide avenues, old Mercedes painted in solid gold, mexican boys wearing Dickies and wifebeaters, old cowboys riding choppers, girl bands with fake nails-fake hair-fake tits… Can you imagine this ?<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">L.A. looks just like I stepped into my Playstation while playing Grand Theft Auto !<br /></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSnUhO3OEQeabB947HGcyq1_rM7Db-Co21E4c13a4R6eQ0iVBBGIXspfdbobplhz27-VSC0-_MJItNd4wNQlXxeL8yMyKrY7U2gei5_n-0ZK80P2hGvoqyGbrNtvwUazFeEUVbvUMhA/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-thatsme2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSnUhO3OEQeabB947HGcyq1_rM7Db-Co21E4c13a4R6eQ0iVBBGIXspfdbobplhz27-VSC0-_MJItNd4wNQlXxeL8yMyKrY7U2gei5_n-0ZK80P2hGvoqyGbrNtvwUazFeEUVbvUMhA/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-thatsme2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210028973205097538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">bikini: Yamamay<br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shades: vintage Polaroid</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">sandals: frank</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">ly, I don't recall</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I started taking pictures of my muse Constance, for your eyes only. She knows she will be immortalized countless times during my stay in L.A. and she’s willing to patiently bear my constant photographer talk…<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">« Stop !! Don’t Move ! You look beautiful. Chin down a little – more profile… OMG, perfect lighting… »<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know I can be annoying, and sometimes I start being annoying very early in the morning.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Besides my constant(ce) shooting, we went to a sightseeing tour on Susnset Boulevard in her vintage Mercedes Benz, and I felt like we were in a David Lynch movie, minus the part where I fall asleep on my keyboard.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7S0hCFNiXxVybngR7j8VkveSF0zplijIqA9yzwyfu_fDOKCzOXCtbXuOLR-rZYyke8D1e8ml4p4aioLzUniffBMXnR4ax7Gw-2H1qZj8ZuVMr6md3-UB4wtiCyhUpglis7K1crQExA/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7S0hCFNiXxVybngR7j8VkveSF0zplijIqA9yzwyfu_fDOKCzOXCtbXuOLR-rZYyke8D1e8ml4p4aioLzUniffBMXnR4ax7Gw-2H1qZj8ZuVMr6md3-UB4wtiCyhUpglis7K1crQExA/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210029484693349922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">in</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">fo: coming soon</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">gorgeous green nail polish: O.P.I.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We’ve also been eating fancy vegeterian food and going to pool parties downtown, where young directors, designers and models go. Later we went nightclubbing at the Green Door, where all the cattle, cokeheads and wannabe pornstars mingle.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today we will go to the Flea Market, looking for pants.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I just have to wait a few hours more for Constance to be fully functional (I woke up at 5,30AM this morning, I suspect this might be related to me being 9 hours younger.).<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dedicated to my dearest Lorraine,<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Love,<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Marina Hermanovna<br /></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcpQ1KG1gdzgXbdfQNv4OPrM9u-oZSVrHpecx51Ei-TuSRUP2S-jGeDj_j473yL1HsqGiUL63Ki8JWN27onwhpw1BKDyfDmKeRHpZxtWQxHzfj_C9eG7MXOO8EeUWQpb-B-7lZ1TTyHg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcpQ1KG1gdzgXbdfQNv4OPrM9u-oZSVrHpecx51Ei-TuSRUP2S-jGeDj_j473yL1HsqGiUL63Ki8JWN27onwhpw1BKDyfDmKeRHpZxtWQxHzfj_C9eG7MXOO8EeUWQpb-B-7lZ1TTyHg/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-LA080608-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210029270843386626" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">glasses: Joyrich<br /></div></span></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-29719284718003528162008-06-05T19:26:00.010+02:002008-06-05T20:23:34.523+02:00From Bollywood to Hollywood<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFO8-SWW9X-lkVaaePMku3tM-_SqXGfNCDkINEOwuqXsUaEEQD0jNbcm6neNMWjHOVvBomlycxf6Gw716lMCzVWeG4wLge75TAlqsevltUebSdO1MI86qgUTck7ilr8DiEvdMyqlA97A/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P040608-1bis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFO8-SWW9X-lkVaaePMku3tM-_SqXGfNCDkINEOwuqXsUaEEQD0jNbcm6neNMWjHOVvBomlycxf6Gw716lMCzVWeG4wLge75TAlqsevltUebSdO1MI86qgUTck7ilr8DiEvdMyqlA97A/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P040608-1bis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208460536169033682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shirt: <a href="mailto:%20elin.lejelind@gmail.com">Elin Lejelind</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">jeans: Cheap Monday</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">1/ The Show</span></span></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I modeled for Keisuke Nagami, the young japanese designer wearing a wristwatch necklace (see older posts - "The White Rabbit").</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The show took place in his fashion design school, and he made me wear an artpiece of his which left very little to the jury's imagination.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As me and the other "models" approched the runway, the girl wearing the wedding gown asked me how could I be almost naked in front of strangers. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">The answer is to be found in my respect for an artist's vision. How could I wear an imaginative deconstructed jacket with an old bra showing underneath? No way.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I just had to grab a Martini (or two) and do it, proudly giggling as I was displaying this unbelievable item in front of people from Chanel and Sonia Rykiel, among others.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Keisuke was not the only one showing off his work</span>. Yesterday I had the chance to meet many young talents and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I got plenty of contacts to prepare some juicy interviews for you guys.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In between, let me introduce you to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Elin Lejelind, fashion designer, pictured here wearing one of her creations,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""> a drop-dead cute bat shirt.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Did I make myself clear?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As soon as I get back from Los Angeles I will interview her to show you more of her work, as she hasn't a website yet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In between, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">if you want this shirt as bad as I do, you can <a href="mailto:%20elin.lejelind@gmail.com">email her</a> </span>- but you'll have to wait a little longer - 'cause girlfriend's gonna do mine first!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">2/ The Trip</span></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtkd3qyia84jNf6lzVARb0L_4T3xdF-bbS8tMmFN6ARIVxvqO5qg4MVHX2X4YnRA9kTB8UR67raD78md5tV2awRTnMkcD0JwuorUp2lWnEoBoFlahhziFH3RxehTOZRlS62Et8UD2zQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P040608-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtkd3qyia84jNf6lzVARb0L_4T3xdF-bbS8tMmFN6ARIVxvqO5qg4MVHX2X4YnRA9kTB8UR67raD78md5tV2awRTnMkcD0JwuorUp2lWnEoBoFlahhziFH3RxehTOZRlS62Et8UD2zQ/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P040608-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208450805307318690" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">As for Los Angeles, words cannot express how excited I am.</span> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's going to be my first time in L.A., and I'll be visiting two very stylish girlfriends of mine and yes, I'll be posting tons of new pics.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">(Is a shooting on top of the Hollywood Hills too cliché? Who cares! Americans always take their picture <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">en bas de la Tour Eiffel</span>!)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So prepare yourself to meet the uber-stylish Constance Astbury, fashion designer and my very personal muse and Rachel Reynolds, a talented young actress/dancer whose hilarious misadventures you can read on <a href="http://justanotheractress.blogspot.com/">her blog</a>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now it's time for me to prepare my luggage. I plan on taking very little with me, as I know I can't help but splurge when I'm on holiday...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hIwqDf0XNodG8B69BzUvJGlJeo53pPHV7H2i1RxY_C7A-sTOI41YvGW5rpFJHoQVZ7c4B6sNFW8tULYJ4uS23AwYZR6o5K40cyQb1_kHKhiBKbXQ5ljbnthP-pbj5E4Sn7hnVmCEDg/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P040608-1tris.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hIwqDf0XNodG8B69BzUvJGlJeo53pPHV7H2i1RxY_C7A-sTOI41YvGW5rpFJHoQVZ7c4B6sNFW8tULYJ4uS23AwYZR6o5K40cyQb1_kHKhiBKbXQ5ljbnthP-pbj5E4Sn7hnVmCEDg/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P040608-1tris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208461767961375570" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Fun Facts</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am flying Air Zealand. When I booked my ticket, I got to choose my menu and it took me half an hour because they have more choice than the Savini's.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course my session expired. Ha ha.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Fun Facts/2</span></div><div>Isn't it a ironic this shirt with some sort of wings on the back, right before I'm flying to the city of angels?</div></div></div></div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-49551932060334176712008-06-01T12:58:00.031+02:002008-06-03T21:40:26.399+02:00Fun and Games in Bollywood<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYCnQAN3fPexYOT3s3vqdbpnAkvhFqL6e6ep-QMeGrcM7Kjd6lWhtAHRFznMKCa-9CGbYUdICmJJiIP15nckuFXSaaH75O8sjXkb1mEudYMcuFqrXe5FIuttnScTfn252kI6fGEFqPA/s1600-h/marinahermanovna-P290508-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206867314917421010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYCnQAN3fPexYOT3s3vqdbpnAkvhFqL6e6ep-QMeGrcM7Kjd6lWhtAHRFznMKCa-9CGbYUdICmJJiIP15nckuFXSaaH75O8sjXkb1mEudYMcuFqrXe5FIuttnScTfn252kI6fGEFqPA/s320/marinahermanovna-P290508-02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna</span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">So you've noticed I didn't post in the morning as usual, huh? </span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Sorry guys, I recently moved from to the city and my new flat still looks way less attractive than my cats' litterbox so yes, I had something else to do besides my usual geeky morning routine.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Furthermore, </span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">I still don't have the internet in my new apartment</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"> (I tried any given password to my neighbours wi-fi but alas! I haven't figured it out yet).</span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">This annoying circumstances bring me to the local "Bollywood Internet Café", where I can write big </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">nimportequoi</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">* onto my blog for as low as 2 euros per hour.</span></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"> </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">My Bollywood Café is not fashionable at all</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">, so I'm really sorry if you don't find this post as stylish as usual.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Of course, I could have taken my Mac to the Starbucks round the corner, where I could have had a nice Frappuccino together with my daily internet dose. But the thing is, I hate Starbucks and here at Bollywood Café I can get the internet together with a sauna without leaving my pc, and I won't be tempted by any eatery they sell in here, </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">believe me.</span></em></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><em><span style="color:#999999;"></span></em></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Alright, this is supposed to be a fashion blog; let me get in touch with my inner fashion victim.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">So this girl is cute and she's wearing an extra long dress from Zara. (Man it is </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">hot</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"> in here. Still got to concentrate I little harder I guess)</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">I'm really in love with the print of this dress and they way she paired it with lots of metallic bracelets to echo her fine sandals.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">The only improvement in this outfit I can think of is the colour of her nails. I think this would have looked hotter with a less predictable color than red. The Chanel Blue Satin would be a great choice, for it would add a little edge to this outfit.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">(I am a sucker for the Blue Satin. Somebody gave it to me a couple of months ago, and since then I've been locked in my bathroom clasping the tiny flacon whispering to myself Musnt'nt hurt my precious, precious Blue Satin...)</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">*bullshit</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="right"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Texte en Français - par Lorraine Cassen</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Parfait compromis entre les styles hippie et sexy, cette robe bustier cumule les bons points : sa couleur pourpre, son mélange d’imprimés pois et fleurs, et, surtout, sa longueur. </span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Cet été, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">on ne fait pas dans la demi-mesure</span>, et, pour s’exhiber en journée, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">la robe longue doit impérativement recouvrir les pieds</span> (une aubaine pour les filles petit format qui peuvent se percher incognito sur 10 centimètres de semelles compensées).</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"></span> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Côté accessoires, point trop n’en faut : <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">des sandales sobres</span>, quelques bracelets et un joli sac en cuir naturel viennent compléter le look sans le surcharger. L’ultime détail glamour : le vernis rouge sur les pieds.</span></div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-44846948044427983812008-05-31T23:35:00.037+02:002008-06-01T02:02:51.962+02:00Boxing Marina<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Today we moved to Paris. We started around 8,00 AM</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">We finished one hour ago. </span></span><br /><br /><p style="visibility:visible;"><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"><param name="movie" value="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="scale" value="noscale"><param name="salign" value="l"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"> <param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&il=1&channel=1945555039039366607&site=widget-cf.slide.com"></object></p><p><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=1945555039039366607&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p1/1945555039039366607/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=1945555039039366607&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p2/1945555039039366607/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&at=un&id=1945555039039366607&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p4/1945555039039366607/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></p><p></p><br /></span></div><div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">"Finished" for now. Tomorrow's another day.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">We moved a</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); ">ll of my furniture including a new chunky closet my old milanese kitchen and oh so many boxes.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">While we were still packing I warned my boyfriend: </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">don't fill up a box with too many books for it'll be too heavy. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Of course he took my advice, so that each and every box we moved didn't weigh a gram more than a sumo fighter's corpse, espacially those graced with a spiky writing I happen to know.<br /></span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Today we moved. We moved our washing machine. Let me provide you with more details:<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">80 kilos, 28 degrees, 6 floors, 0 elevator.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Tomorrow we'll move 30 boxes more, a tatami bed, the table, this Mac, two luggages and </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">two panicking cats in their cages</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">, who will be meowing their way through sunday traffic jams and matching sunday drivers, then meowing up to the sixth floor with no elevator, (did I mention that?)</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">This is why tonight I feel compelled to move you</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">; please mercy for my swollen feet and momentary inspiration dry.<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); ">Allow me to post these editorial pictures I made one month ago and let the beauty of this young man do the talking, for I can barely type tonight, let alone write.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">ps.<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">These pictures are looking for a magazine to adopt them. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">If you are interested in publishing my editorial work or you have a question, please email me.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Photography: Marina Hermanovna</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Styling: Yang Hartono</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Model: Victor @ <a href="http://82.127.23.165/WD100AWP/WD100Awp.exe/CONNECT/WebStudio">Studio KLRP</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Hair & Makeup: Lise-Anne Marsal @ <a href="http://www.modshair.com/agence.html">Mod's Hair</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Photo Assistant: Thomas Vincent</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-52732326105247652562008-05-30T22:38:00.019+02:002008-05-31T08:52:08.829+02:00Simply Stunning // Bag Lady<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYoRUOC2rcG2ABmBxehZLBdfT8GjWZs7lABbBu_guZfaN2KYXaWob2eM_1VZPkBq1LxbNUa_Fv-LUJnzR2xhPYOhiAxBOvXU61jUaLL0IzwZAiMEgsQcVkCfBgNtXgnjxjGZTDIWf8Q/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P290508-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYoRUOC2rcG2ABmBxehZLBdfT8GjWZs7lABbBu_guZfaN2KYXaWob2eM_1VZPkBq1LxbNUa_Fv-LUJnzR2xhPYOhiAxBOvXU61jUaLL0IzwZAiMEgsQcVkCfBgNtXgnjxjGZTDIWf8Q/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P290508-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206277253872931122" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">sandals and shades: Lanvin</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Tshirt: H&M</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">bag: Stella Mc Cartney</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know, I know. She would be stunning even standing in a manhole with banana peels on top of her head, I'll give you this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, I would certainly take styling tips from a girl that's chic even while holding two orange plastic bags, wouldn't you? </div><div style="text-align: justify;">After all <span class="Apple-style-span" style="">it's not easy to pull off an "Armani"</span>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="">The "Armani"</span> (black Tee + jeans, a style made famous by the designer who wore it to most of his fashion shows) is not as easy as it might appear, for it could slip into butch or just blah if paired the wrong accessories.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">She made sure it looks feminine with Lanvin gladiators</span>, flowy hair and lots of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">charme</span>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(She reminds me of somebody, but who? Right now, I just cannot recall. Any ideas you guys? A model? An acress? A singer? Who knows? Seriously, it's driving me crazy)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRr0nJWqD5f7rywHKRob4mmkEVELVxQZ5fVDXVmhMp6IUogT7slJSsqJaJeqqx9yiZjU4n8lafPUtIKJsBVuXEDNXaV1qeXAS2wKeNe72nliT8lzdwSjt6h91lRLf3k58CecF5OtF7A/s1600-h/botticelli-venus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZRr0nJWqD5f7rywHKRob4mmkEVELVxQZ5fVDXVmhMp6IUogT7slJSsqJaJeqqx9yiZjU4n8lafPUtIKJsBVuXEDNXaV1qeXAS2wKeNe72nliT8lzdwSjt6h91lRLf3k58CecF5OtF7A/s400/botticelli-venus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206276709620288210" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Texte en Français - par Lorraine Cassen</span><br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Le sac shopping deviendra-t-il le nouveau it bag ? Je reste sceptique, mais une chose est sûre : <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">ne vous fiez pas à son style faussement décontracté,</span> cette charmante demoiselle maîtrise la mode sur le bout des doigts. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On applaudit le choix du jean et du top (H&M), qui mettent parfaitement en valeur ses jolies courbes. On se damnerait pour ses nu-pieds Lanvin, dont <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">la découpe graphique allonge subtilement la jambe</span> (un exploit pour des chaussures plates qui, associées à un slim, ont souvent tendance à tasser méchamment la silhouette). </div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Le sac XL blanc signé Stella McCartney et les lunettes aux proportions parfaites apportent la touche finale à ce look casual chic. <br /></div><br /></div><br /></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-48261511679673333202008-05-29T20:26:00.021+02:002008-05-30T01:03:05.886+02:00The Time Machine // the Eighties<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AsLGbKGMYHczFlG4TqhSKBzZPoTy65qszIErEig99HEuOHI_EgKANNoiGfQDu8HDgPFcEW6URPsXWqPLuAPtWi7TmklTLZ2JJXbKz31NRQNn5tY6fB80qGeIm5EyTD6GpKBCijNfkw/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P290508-thatsmeandmycat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7AsLGbKGMYHczFlG4TqhSKBzZPoTy65qszIErEig99HEuOHI_EgKANNoiGfQDu8HDgPFcEW6URPsXWqPLuAPtWi7TmklTLZ2JJXbKz31NRQNn5tY6fB80qGeIm5EyTD6GpKBCijNfkw/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P290508-thatsmeandmycat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205869423620840066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">dress and espadrillas: H&M</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">bag and scarf: </span><a href="http://www.aicanapai.it/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Ai Canapai</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">tank top: Mariella Burani</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shirt: Mc Kenzy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">rings and hat: vintage</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">necklace: grand mother's</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">cutest cat ever: photographer's own</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(click onto the pictures for a larger view)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">English Text </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- by Marina Hermanovna</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A few weeks ago I realized summer had finally arrived here in Paris.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A few seconds later I also discovered I had nothing to wear. I had to go to H&M and get me some new stuff.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Seven days ago I realized I bought something quite difficult to explain, let alone wear</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">: a streaked olive green H&M dress. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I thought to myself:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Hmmmm. This thing makes me look like I popped out from a magazine! (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">which is good</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">), but 25 years ago! (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">which is bad</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">). How can I wear this thing without making a complete ass of myself?".<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Six hours later, I found the solution to the dilemma<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> simply running through my whole wardrobe</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, much to my cats' amazement (my boyfriend on the other hand, doesn't appreciate <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">at all </span>these wild styling sessions of mine. I bet it's because he's not allowed to roll over my cachemires).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I think the reason why this outfit works is because I injected a massive dose of irony into it. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'm wearing Charlie Chaplin's hat, but bigger, a clown's purse, a nerd's shirt, a mexican </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">chico's </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">espadrillas, a bicoloured scarf and my grandma's favourite necklace.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Sounds foolish? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">It sure is darling, it sure is.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Texte en Français</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> - par Lorraine Cassen</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(cliquez sur la photo pour l'agrandir)</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">De l’avis général, les Eighties ne sont pas l’âge d’or de l’élégance, et ont même été le théâtre d’expérimentations fashion plutôt douteuses. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Mais </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">il suffit d’une pincée de goût et d’inventivité pour utiliser des pièces connotées années 80</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">et les adapter version 2008. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Petite démonstration de style par ma collègue Marina :<br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">la robe flashy et près du corps</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> semble tout droit sortie d’une boutique vintage en fait c’est… H&M, le meilleur ami des modeuses fauchées !<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- l’écharpe zébrée so </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">kitsch</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> se marie étonnamment bien avec les rayures de la robe<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">pour calmer le jeu, une chemise toute simple</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> qui apporte une touche décontractée à la tenue (notez le détail des manches roulées… définitivement mon coup de cœur du moment)<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- côté bijoux, un collier vintage en pierres semi précieuses et une bague chinée aux puces suffisent amplement pour pimenter ce look<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">avec cette longueur on évite les talons</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, qui ne sont de toute façon pas indispensables quand on a des jambes de mannequin ! Ces </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">espadrillas</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> seront parfaites pour crapahuter tout l’été<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">le chapeau vintage</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">, c’est la Marina’s </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">touch</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> je suis tout simplement fan, d’autant plus qu’il sied parfaitement à son visage<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">- la cerise sur le gâteau : le sac, composé de plusieurs pochettes qu’on peut superposer à l’infini, a été réalisé par la marque italienne Ai Canapai, comme le foulard<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">... quant au chat chapeauté, je craque, je veux le même !</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-39834350910638774542008-05-29T00:26:00.013+02:002008-05-29T11:12:50.865+02:00------> A bright item<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SerkD9m4LXUVeaRuUP54zA7DrmNFI4VhHt4zc4SMNzOV7YgZEI3i1fTwTjY6HNZsbhWghMUegwzU7jAJRsf1S13xEtoA0R2hW1cjt1jI5KkUgIIeRgic0q3ft6tyj8000-wscthJaQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P230508-02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_SerkD9m4LXUVeaRuUP54zA7DrmNFI4VhHt4zc4SMNzOV7YgZEI3i1fTwTjY6HNZsbhWghMUegwzU7jAJRsf1S13xEtoA0R2hW1cjt1jI5KkUgIIeRgic0q3ft6tyj8000-wscthJaQ/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P230508-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205559185248148082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">shoes: Acne</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">the rest: coming soon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(click onto the picture for a larger view)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This young lady is wearing a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">shopping interactive vest</span>. It's very easy to use and works as follows:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1 - You wear it to a shopping spree</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2 - You switch it on by flaunting it</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3 - Whenever you pass in front of a window showing great shoes, the vest starts flashing huge fluorescent arrows aiming at the fiercerst pair - the one you can no longer live without</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4 - when you get home with a 400€ pair of Acne sandals, you just tell your husband </div><div style="text-align: justify;">"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I couldn't help it! </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">It</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> made me do this</span></span>!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(I think I need this item. Fast.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Texte en Français - par Lorraine Cassen</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Comment arborer dignement cette veste imprimée que ne renieraient pas les fluokids danseurs de tektonik? Tout d’abord, des <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">couleurs et des coupes impérativement sobres</span> pour que la veste reste la vedette. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Deuxième étape, un <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">savant jeu de superpositions</span>. Pour finir, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">des chaussures hybrides</span>, mix étrange mais réussi entre boots, spartiates et sandales nu-pieds.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Résultat : un style hors norme mais 100% mode. Il fallait oser, on applaudit.</div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-14006988118222385522008-05-28T10:37:00.021+02:002008-05-28T13:08:56.966+02:00( Guitar Heroine ? )<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMu6tPXMEwECJ74wWi1Iav6xPGNJJSgAdgnHGoTfKKArrj-gD8XxuJe2FBb6KNN4XJzPuBwyMLWw7u6pjAvLBSbKduGXbhsvr_lQP8u1p-6ew9UGRAQh7z_bLsdOu8n2CIKgp7nqrwNQ/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P230508-01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMu6tPXMEwECJ74wWi1Iav6xPGNJJSgAdgnHGoTfKKArrj-gD8XxuJe2FBb6KNN4XJzPuBwyMLWw7u6pjAvLBSbKduGXbhsvr_lQP8u1p-6ew9UGRAQh7z_bLsdOu8n2CIKgp7nqrwNQ/s400/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P230508-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205345471970466386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Jeans & sneakers: <a href="http://www.hvana.com/">Hvana</a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Vest: vintage</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">T-shirt: American Apparel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Meet <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/demimondainemusic">Demi Mondaine</a>, the lead vocals of the homonymous band. She reminds me of Patti Smith with a sprinkle of Nina Hagen perhaps.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love her style, especially the leather patchwork vest and the sneakers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The shoes and jeans are from a brand I didn't know "<a href="http://www.hvana.com/">Hvana"</a>, and I am all for reaching my monthly card limit by shopping on their website. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As for the girl, you totally need to hear her voice. She rocks, badly. She rocks so hard she gave me goosebumps as I jumped around air guitaring in my underwear.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">'Nuff said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Texte en Français - par Lorraine Cassen</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Une dégaine rock un brin rebelle comme on les aime pour cette jeune fille qui rend ses lettres de noblesse au gilet de cuir et donne du <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">sex appeal</span> au plus simple des débardeurs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Côté cheveux, on ne se lasse pas de ce blond platine faussement sage, savamment coiffé-décoiffé. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Moi non plus je ne connais pas la marque Hvana (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">shame on me</span>, je suis styliste!) mais, comme ma collègue Marina, je sens que je ne vais pas tarder à craquer pour ce jean en toile épaisse à la coupe parfaite. <br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133094992760271606.post-36227117108322990522008-05-27T06:54:00.016+02:002008-05-27T12:46:41.940+02:00---<--<@ Fleur Defendue<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65YXBLM-5jSk4VWBil4btQf9Trto0IZR29sv0Md6EURk-HwOEkEOFORbMiT65sJrk4M1GEHPWC4v3U1vh7mGhmJ2ulFHlMkI0p3i5rJs6aHdmrajFKNLhxEbCaQdJajVmS1QJH_X79Q/s1600-h/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P200508-04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65YXBLM-5jSk4VWBil4btQf9Trto0IZR29sv0Md6EURk-HwOEkEOFORbMiT65sJrk4M1GEHPWC4v3U1vh7mGhmJ2ulFHlMkI0p3i5rJs6aHdmrajFKNLhxEbCaQdJajVmS1QJH_X79Q/s320/%C2%A9marinahermanovna-P200508-04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204772506153310786" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">English Text - by Marina Hermanovna</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You thought last time daisies were cool was back in the Fifties (picture your grandmother wearing a plastic <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">bonnet</span>)? You see roses gracing a prom dress and all of the sudden you've lost your appetite?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You think <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Flower Power is actually great</span>, too bad we're not in Amsterdam?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Think again.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This young man is flowery from head to toes and his outfit is speaking a language I totally understand.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It says: "He won't buy you flowers. He'll take you to the fiercest gig in town. Wanna come?".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">The hell to the yes.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Texte en Français - par Lorraine Cassen</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Parité oblige, les fleurs ne sont plus l’apanage des filles, et ce jeune homme stylé nous le démontre. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Too much</span>, l’imprimé hibiscus associé à un jean brodé/perlé? Au contraire.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Le cardigan sage, retroussé juste comme il faut, les <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">espadrillas</span> vieillies et la mèche « dans le vent » signent <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">un look à la fois désinvolte et pointu</span>,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> qui nous réconcilie avec l’imprimé fleuri</span> – suite à la déferlante du liberty sur les podiums des défilés printemps-été, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">l’overdose</span> nous guettait.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>MARAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08696473616579856375noreply@blogger.com5