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When I get blue, I get dark blue
When I have one, I always have a few
When I get gone, I get real gone
When I get it wrong, I get it real wrong
When visited this place it was lashed by rains which made it the one of the greenest place I had ever been!
When the sunset has no colour, why not shoot B&W?
Taken using a Hasselblad 500CM, Hasselblad 80mm Planar f/2.8 C, and Kodak TMAX 400 developed in T-MAX developer for the standard time. Scanned with SilverFast 8 and an Epson V850 scanner.
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45056 (British Railways, allocated to Toton depot).
Eastbound train of Welsh "Black Gold", formed of 46 loaded wagons & a Brakevan, with 21 HTVs behind the loco.
Cardiff Central - 1025 - 26/01/81.
A line up of VL and AD class single decks in Donnybrook. At the time there were 40+ such buses based in the garage, a far cry from thesedays
When this major road was blocked for traffic, people used it for leisure activities.
High heels are tiring to walk on ...
and you have a camera in your hand...!
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Nikon D300. 360 mm.1/4000th @ F/5.86. ISO 400 EV +.3 Shutter Priority. Photographed Wednesday March 3, 2010 at Cedar Lake.
When I nip up to fill the feeders I always sneak a mini session. Here is a Squirrel in the strong winds.
When I spotted this, I got shocked as Favorits have thinned out rapidly, and it was the first one iv'e come accross but it was nice to speak to the elderly owners as they came back, hence I know the year. A tidy example, with strange painted arches, not sure if its rust repairs or just decoration. Also a strange addition of wheels, a pair of MK2/MK3 wheels on the rear and Fiat wheels on the front.
When I was a small boy " ; ) " and the internet was young, so young in fact that they didn't call it "The internet" not even the WWW it was called the World Wide Web, the marketing campaign for this phenomenon was "No borders and No rules“
The governments of this world was chocked!
No rules?! They cried.
No borders?! They wept.
Ever since that day a long time ago the different governments of this world have searched for a way of controlling the internet.
Up until now they had fought in wain, for the internet was run by corporations and universities.
Information wants to be free, you can't control the freedom of creativity. The universities said.
Impose restrictions? Then no one will pay for using it. The companies said.
Then something happened, 9/11and flukeish enough 911 days later the attack on Barcelona, and yes I know that the number of the American distress call is 911.
The world was in shock.
Do something, stop this! People screamed.
And the governments did, they invented the Patriot act.
( www.epic.org/privacy/terrorism/hr3162.html )
"This stupid law is even in some use here in Sweden.
Sweden?! The one country in the world where all is welcome and the value of human life is greater than anything in the world"
And the people accepted this, if the people had not, then the internet would still be free. Now they have the power to control, the power to impose.
If you don't follow our rules, then to hell with you. The governments say.
I don't think it’s fair to blame the flickr team, yes they should have consulted us the paying users before they did this, but I think their only option was do this or shut down the German, Malaysian, Singaporean, Korean and Hong Kong servers. Blocking users of named countries from even watching flowers and landscapes.
We can fight as much as we want, we can scream as much as we want, it will be of no use.
But this is no reason to stop.
We will scream! We will fight!
But remember that a protest is a protest until someone throws a Molotov, then it's a riot.
As long as we are protesting within the boundaries the law, we will be able to keep this going, and maybe win this.
But as soon as someone throws that first Molotov we will shift the power over to them, and they will start to ban users and maybe even shut down the servers in the affected countries.
So instead of blaming the flickr crew you should help them, there are a lot of us flickr users out there and I’ll bet some of you living in Germany, Singapore, Malaysia, Korea and Hong Kong and use flickr have a better knowledge of the laws in your countries than they have on flickr headquarters, mail them and give them some advice and show them the loopholes.
And please stop this crying of Nazis, Germany is one of the countries affected and our German friends have suffered enough of the war, there are not many left in Germany who actually participated in that horrid event so lay of the Nazi bit ok. Forgive but don't forget.
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Play this straight and maybe we will win this.
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If your Yahoo! ID is based in Singapore, Germany, Hong Kong or Korea you will only be able to view safe content based on your local Terms of Service so won’t be able to turn SafeSearch off.
In other words that means, that german users can not access photos on flickr that are not flaged "safe" ... only flowers and landscapes for the germans ...
We will not let this happen! Copy and upload this picture to your account - show flickr who we are!
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Si votre compte Yahoo! est basé à Singapour, à Hong Kong, en Corée ou en Allemagne, vous ne pourrez voir que les photos qui n'ont pas été marquées comme ayant un contenu qui peut choquer. Toutes les autres ne vous seront pas accessibles. Vous serez donc condamnés à ne voir que des paysages et des fleurs. Il ne faut pas laisser faire ça. Envoyez cette photo sur votre compte pour montrer à Flickr que nous savons nous mobiliser contre la censure !
Español:
Si tu Yahoo! ID está basada en Singapor, Alemania, Hong Kong o Corea sólamente verás contenido llamado seguro basándose en nuestros términos de servicio locales y no podrás deshabilitar el modo de búsqueda segura..
En otras palabras esto significa, que usuarios alemanes p.ej. ya no podrán acceder a fotos en flickr que hayan sido "flagged", es decir marcadas como no seguras y para todo público... solamente flores y paisajes para los alemanes ...
No permitiremos que ésto suceda! Copia y carga esta foto a tu cuenta de yahoo por favor para mostrar a flickr quienes somos!
Português:
Se você tem uma Yahoo! ID de Cingapura, Alemanha, Hong Kong ou Coréia você apenas será capaz de ver fotos classificadas como seguras e segundo seu termo de serviços não poderá desligar esta função.
Em outras palavras: alemães, coreanos, cingapurenses e os habitantes de Hong Kong não podem visualizar fotos no flickr que estejam classificadas como restritas ou moderadas.... apenas flores e paisagens para eles.
Nós não vamos deixar isto acontecer! Copie e faça upload desta foto - mostre ao flickr quem somos!
“When you move like a jellyfish rhythm don't mean nothing. You go with the flow, you don't stop.” ― Jack Johnson
When I moved to Arizona 29 years ago, I was shocked at the amount of trash dumped along the real Arizona highways. "Arizona Highways" is, of course, the name of a famous magazine all about the pristine beauty of the place. At the time I pondered doing a photo essay called "Arizona Highways" but one that featured roadside piles of trash. I'm proud to say that for some reason, perhaps stricter enforcement, the trash piles are less common than they were back in the bad old days. This glass detritus was at the edge of a dirt turnout on a 2-lane country road near Cottonwood, Arizona.
There is an actual geological phenomenon called "desert pavement" that is quite beautiful. See here: shttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desert_pavement
Remember back when we could all gather as a group?
Remember back when when we could go to a baseball game?
Remember back when we could shake hands with a new acquaintance?
Remember back when we could go shopping anywhere and have lunch or dinner at a restaurant?
Remember back when we were not afraid to leave our house?
This photo was taken by a Kowa/SIX medium format film camera and KOWA 1:2.8/85mm lens with a Zenza Bronica 67mm SY44•2C(Y1) filter using Kodak 400TX film, the negative scanned by an Epson Perfection V600 and digitalized by Photoshop.
Nail technicians and skin-care specialists (the salon workers who do the most waxing) earn a mean annual pre-tax wage of $22,150 to $31,990. This figure doesn't include tips, which can total another $4,430 to $6,398—a clear financial incentive to befriend your clients in this service-based, nonreciprocal way.
And yet. When it came to 38, I wanted the cash, not the compliment, to show the value of my abilities. And maybe, to compensate for how she got to leave feeling so clean and sexy—but I could still smell her body on me, ever so faintly, even after I threw away the gloves and washed my hands.
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I’m not sure what the phrase “owning your sexuality” means to you, but for me, one thing it entails is responsibility: doing my best to make sexual choices that are sound for me and a partner. (That’s also part of doing consent well.)
If I am offering something sexually light and fun but anticipate that it will be emotionally or interpersonally complex–or if I’m feeling stressed, confused and worried about it–then I can know that easy-breezy is neither what I can expect nor earnestly offer.
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Can Sex “Just for Fun” Be Emotionally Healthy?
October 11, 2011 by Heather Corinna
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This week’s installment of Heather Corinna‘s sex-and-relationships advice column tackles the issue of casual sex.
...Q: So excited for this new blog spot! Can you discuss whether it’s emotionally healthy to have sex outside of relationships? I want to own my sexuality, but all of the advice around me seems to be no-sex-outside-of-relationships-or-marriage. I know this depends on the individual, but any insight would be great! I’ve been toying with asking an ex–whom I am friends with–to have sex just for fun. I’m 98 percent sure he’ll agree, but I am worried about emotional health consequences. He has always wanted a much closer relationship than I do. I’m worried I’ll feel guilty for possibly leading him (or myself) into wanting more.
You’re right: this is a very individual and situational decision. To give some context, a recent study found that, on average, for 20-year-olds, casual sex and committed relationships led to the same level of psychological health. But individuals aren’t averages. Not everyone wants or is comfortable with sex in the same kinds of relationships or scenarios (including committed relationships). Context and interpersonal dynamics factor in, too.
There are some guidelines, however, that everyone can apply. When a sexual situation is likely to be sound, we usually feel good heading into it, as does anyone else involved. If we feel uncertain or predict negative feelings on anyone’s part, those are strong cues not to proceed.
I’m not sure what the phrase “owning your sexuality” means to you, but for me, one thing it entails is responsibility: doing my best to make sexual choices that are sound for me and a partner. (That’s also part of doing consent well.) If I am offering something sexually light and fun but anticipate that it will be emotionally or interpersonally complex–or if I’m feeling stressed, confused and worried about it–then I can know that easy-breezy is neither what I can expect nor earnestly offer.
Even when I’m having sex-for-sex’s-sake–which I would define as sex that takes place outside of a larger intimate relationship, without any agreed-upon, intended or implied commitment–that doesn’t mean I have zero responsibility for my emotional health or that of others. My partner (or wanna-be partner) and I still owe one another respect, care and consideration, which includes considering possible outcomes, even if we don’t intend to be there with each other for them.
It sounds like you’re on board with that, and you’ve already voiced your own sense that this specific situation probably isn’t sound for you or your ex. While he’d likely agree to sex, clearly some of this wouldn’t be fun for him or you, and could be an emotional landmine. While your romantic relationship may be over, you two are in a relationship: you have a history and a friendship, and it sounds like you have strong feelings for and about one another that are not only or primarily sexual. If what you want is just a roll in the proverbial hay, this isn’t likely to be it.
It also sounds like you’ve been curious about sex outside of romantic relationships, but you haven’t felt supported in or exposed to alternatives. So you might also want to give yourself more time to take a bit more stock of what you want and to find people to talk with who aren’t all saying the same things. If that’s not currently available to you, Sex & Single Girls is a great anthology with a diverse array of women writing about various sexual experiences. I also think Jaclyn Friedman’s new book, What You Really Really Want, could be just the thing for you.
My best advice is that you hold out for an opportunity to explore casual sex if and when you feel a lot better about it. That will also likely entail a partner or scenario you don’t feel so conflicted about; that feels more likely to be explosive in the ways you want, rather than the ways you don’t.
Check out last week’s advice about lube blues.
Have a sex, sexual-health or relationships question you want answered? Email it to Heather at sexandrelationships@msmagazine.com. By sending a question to that address, you acknowledge you give permission for your question to be published. Your email address and any other personally identifying information will remain private. Not all questions will receive answers.
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When the Sweet Spot Becomes a Sore Spot
October 31, 2011 by Heather Corinna
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Q: I’m a 21-year-old lesbian. A problem has popped up in me and my girlfriend’s sex life. When we practice tribadism with just skin, after a while a very small raw spot will show up, bringing with it a sharp pain. Both of us have this problem. Neither of us is clean-shaven, but we do trim–would shaving help? Is there anything else we can do?
A: Ah, friction. Sometimes it feels so awesome. Other times it hurts. Part of what makes genitals so sensitive is that genital tissue is far more delicate than other kinds of skin on our bodies. With genital friction, there’s a tipping point after which a wowie can turn into an owie.
To avoid being rubbed raw, first make sure you and your partner are always very well-lubricated. Lube from a bottle tends to do the job better than our bodies’ lubricant when it comes to friction-intensive sex.
Apply lube before you start and add more as needed throughout. Be generous and don’t skimp.
I checked in with Searah Deysach, the fantastic owner of Early to Bed, to see if she had any specific lube suggestions; she keeps up with brands and types like nobody’s business. She suggested a high-quality silicone lube, such as Uberlube or Sliquid Silver–they tend to be longer-lasting and slicker than water-based lubricants. But if you prefer water-based, she suggests glycerin-free brands such as Sliquid Sea or Liquid Silk (my fave), which are kinder to vulvas and vaginas than those with glycerin.
Searah and I are of one mind about hairy issues. She says, “Hair that is growing back after shaving can be especially irritating, as stubble can be vicious on delicate tissues. “ I agree. Stubble from hair removal is more likely to irritate than the softer pubic hair we tend to have when we don’t shave. If all you do is trim, chances are hair isn’t the problem.
Consider positioning. I’d suggest experimenting with an eye for reducing how much weight is being put on each of your genitals. Try finding ways you can scissor without anyone really being “on top” at all, like lying on your backs toe to head. Searah suggested straddling your lover’s thigh as an alternative. Similar feeling, less pain. If you do like a missionary-style V-on-V position, whoever’s on top can try to balance so less weight rests on the other person’s tender bits–e.g., by bracing their hands on a headboard. Mixing up positions often helps, too. And if and when either of you start feeling raw, don’t keep going with the activity that got you there–take a break from genital sex or at least consider that spot done for the day. If it remains raw the next day, lay off the intense pressure for as long as it takes to heal.
Now and then this still might happen, especially because, when we’re very aroused, pleasure can cause us to space out on signals of pain. But with these adjustments, you can probably make it a rarity instead of a norm.
Check out last week’s advice to a woman whose fiancé monitored her vagina’s size.
Have a sex, sexual-health or relationships question you want answered? Email it to Heather at sexandrelationships@msmagazine.com. By sending a question to that address, you acknowledge you give permission for your question to be published. Your email address and any other personally identifying information will remain private. Not all questions will receive answers.
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My Year in Waxing School
Naked people don't tip well, and more tricks of the trade.
By Virginia Sole-Smith|Posted Friday, Nov. 19, 2010, at 12:08 PM ET
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The 38th client I worked on at Beauty U. was my first full Brazilian wax—the kind where you remove all (or almost all) of your hair below the belt. I'd waxed many bikini lines and other body parts. I'd also assisted on Brazilians, handing my teachers wax-dipped Popsicle sticks the way nurses hand over scalpels. But now, it was my turn to wield the wax, solo. "I know—I'm a hairy beast!" Client 38 apologized, hopping onto the waxing table, clad in disposable thong. "You have to fix me. I'm going on vacation with my boyfriend."
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She spread her legs. I put on some vinyl gloves and worked down and across her pelvis, twirling clumps of hair and trimming them free. You have to trim any hair longer than eyebrow-length to prevent "locking" with the wax. You also have to act like this is normal, even though a part of your brain is thinking, "Pubic hair, pubic hair, oh my God, pubic hair." But I was getting better at trimming, and also at acting. And so clouds of hair piled up on the paper-covered table while 38 chatted about her vacation plans (the Poconos; if she was lucky, a proposal), her C-section scar, and how she liked my red glasses.
The $1.8 billion business of superfluous hair removal is our most intimate and uncomfortable kind of beauty labor. When I enrolled in a 600-hour aesthetics program at my local strip mall beauty school, I knew the standard feminist rhetoric against hair removal: Women wax because we've been culturally indoctrinated to hate our bodies in their natural state. I also knew the women's magazine defense, that removing excess hair celebrates our femininity and increases sexual pleasure. And I'd been in 38's position enough to know that waxing can make you feel vulnerable in ways feminists haven't even considered and hurts more than women's magazines (or at least, their beauty advertisers) let you believe.
But being on the other side of the waxing table turns out to feel simultaneously more exploitative and more empowering than I ever expected. There is, for example, the moment when your client shuts off from you, closing her eyes to "relax." Your client is in charge, having commissioned you to perform this service. And yet they are also terribly vulnerable, half naked, exposed and—eyes closed—hoping for the best.
After I trimmed, I tested the temperature of the hot wax on the inside of my wrist and painted a stripe along 38's inner thigh, quickly covering it with a muslin strip. She tensed before I ripped, then relaxed even as her brown skin tinted pink: "That hurt so much less than last time!" I watched some spots of blood well up. "I'm going to have you do my eyebrows, too," she added. And as I waxed my way along the crevice of her inner thigh to some very sensitive parts, 38 closed her eyes, drifting into that blissful state we enter whenever a spa service goes well.
With most Beauty U. clients, I liked offering this respite from their harried lives and from the even more harried relationship they had with their bodies. Before beauty school began, I hoped this body shame part wouldn't be so true. Instead, I saw women hating their bodies—in subtle ways, like 38's matter-of-fact "I'm a hairy beast!"—with every spa service I performed. So I saw my role as providing a kind of safe haven of acceptance, where a client could feel comfortable enough to drift away
Two hours into 38's appointment, I was the one who could not relax. I had waxed right through my dinner break and my back ached from hunching over the table. I removed all the hair 38 had asked me to (all but a delicate landing strip) and cleaned up her brows. I held a hand mirror between her legs, angling it so she could decide if she was satisfied. I'd snipped off her paper thong, so we looked together like those consciousness-raising women's groups from the 1970s. Only with me still wearing my vinyl gloves, now sticky with a layer of wax.
By that time, I knew that 38 had two kids, was divorced, and was going back to college. I liked 38. I wanted her to enjoy vacation and get engaged and have a good life. But we weren't friends. There was nothing reciprocal in our conversation. We were taught to avoid sharing personal information about ourselves whenever possible. "Customers don't care about your life," teachers told us. "They're buying your full attention." And that seemed to work. Once clients relaxed, they told us all sorts of personal things, like when they next expected to have sex and why their mothers made them crazy. And we learned that letting clients share these intimate details was good for business. "Remember to mention something about them or their life that they've talked about previously. Keep notes about each customer on file if you need to," advised one handout. It was much like being a therapist, serving soul and body.
In April, the New York Post reported that "NYC Women are Strangely Bonded to the Beauticians who Wax Their Brazilians," quoting smitten spa-goers who viewed their waxers as surrogate moms. But the story didn't explain how this one-sided friendship is made all the more awkward by socioeconomic differences. No matter how friendly their relationship, the client still pays and the waxer still needs that money. Nail technicians and skin-care specialists (the salon workers who do the most waxing) earn a mean annual pre-tax wage of $22,150 to $31,990. This figure doesn't include tips, which can total another $4,430 to $6,398—a clear financial incentive to befriend your clients in this service-based, nonreciprocal way.
Before starting, I assumed that most clients tip the industry's expected standard of 20 percent. They don't. I wasn't surprised, for example, when 38 tipped me just $5 (under 15 percent) because we never got big tips when clients got naked. Like johns who mistake their hooker's acrobatics for true love, clients can put such emphasis on the girlfriend-bonding time that slipping us a wad of cash would destroy the fantasy.
If her tip had been bigger, I would have been more delighted that 38 had taken time to write a "Client Kudos!" card about me: "She was professional and friendly at the same time. … Thanks so much!" She even drew a star on top next to my name. "That makes up for the bad tip," said my classmate Campbell about my Client Kudos. "Look how happy you made her!" Most salon workers say making clients feel good is their biggest source of job satisfaction. But I'm not convinced it's enough to balance out the often exhausting, difficult, and underpaid labor. No matter how much we liked our clients, we still had to brush stray pubic hairs off our sleeves, pick seaweed-stained disposable thongs out of the shower, and work around the occasional menstruating bikini wax client.
But it's also true that many waxers find this work empowering because the services require such skill and our clients are so thrilled with the results. Even if we don't totally return our clients' affections, we feel a kind of sisterhood with them and our fellow salon workers, because we're all toiling away together to meet some impossible beauty standard. When Campbell and I practiced our first Brazilian together, she rubbed the back of our "client" (another classmate), singing songs to distract her from the pain. We all traded stories about waxing and then, childbirth—that other time when a woman spreads her legs in pain and the support of other women gets her through.
And yet. When it came to 38, I wanted the cash, not the compliment, to show the value of my abilities. And maybe, to compensate for how she got to leave feeling so clean and sexy—but I could still smell her body on me, ever so faintly, even after I threw away the gloves and washed my hands.
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When I visited in 2001, there were still a number of Soviet-era statues still on display (many are still there). This one dates from 1978 and is said to depict Urkuya Salieva (1910-1934), a political activist during the development of the Kyrghyz Autonomous Socialist Soviet Republic. She has been described as one of the first Kyrgyz advocates of women's rights. She was killed in 1934 by anti-soviet rebels.
When there was a lull in the fighting many Finnish soldiers made this kind of objects which they then sent home to their wives or girlfriends.
when there is a south facing loco at the East Lancs Railway it always add a little more interest with different locations on offer.
Ian Rileys Black 5 leaves Ramsbottom with a fairly authentic looking train.
when you have the wind taken out of your sails after receiving some bad news and then it is compounded by a 20mph headwind, yeah that !
so I took a photograph of my bike to remind myself of better days, on a lighter note, this never fails to make me smile because (a) it says Crimbles and (b) it leads to @farmyardbrewco 😊
When I was originally filtering through my photos from today I overlooked this one. But once going back, I imagined this in black and white and noticed the extremely strong contrasts. Anyone that knows me KNOWS that I strive to get that in a photo when possible.
Fuji Neopan 1600 - VSCO
When it's clear in the Netherlands it's always almost full moon frown-emoticon That's why I decided to take some moon imagery. It's always a nice object to look at.
Telescope: Celestron C11
Camera: DMK21-618
The Baroness is here!!!! When La Femme collection was announced Agnes was the third doll I liked the most, with Eugenia being the first and Elyse the second. I preordered her without hesitation because, in general, I like short haired dolls and I like the screening they chose for her. I was soooo excited to get her!!!!
Hair/Makeup: As far as I recall, Agnes was never in FR white color, this is the first one. Also, she is the first Agnes with short hair. Have to admit, I am not too crazy about the hairstyle in person. Although she has tones of product in her hair, it still looks bulky. I think she she is too heavily rooted. The right side of her head looks better as it has less hair, the right one is a bit problematic. As I got her several days ago, I already washed her hair and she does look better IMO, will post photos. Maybe if they used Exquise Adele's hairstyle... Now, her face left me breathless!!! Those red lips and turquoise eyes!!! She also has a hint of silver eyeshadow, which makes this color combination my favorite, stunning! She looks very classy and elegant. I also adore her eyebrows! Her face is a perfection, I wouldn't change anything, but I have to penalize for the hair. 9.5/10
Outfit/Accessories: I wasn't too impressed with the outfit when she was announced, but in person it looks quite nice. The skirt was the least favorite piece, but it is very nicely made and it is fully lined with a mesh material. It looks very haute in person. The blouse is also nicely constructed, but I am not sure about the material they chose. It looks artificial and shiny in person. I am no expert in materials, so I can not tell which one they used. Now, the surprise, the blouse does not close on the back!!!??? It doesn't close at all. Yes, you will have to remove it over her head. I got it, they wanted have a clean look on the back, because of the short hair. But, I am not sure this is a good choice for short haired doll, because you will mess her hair if you remove it a few times. She comes with the same belt they used for Exquise Adele, it looks very nice, but it is a nightmare to put on. The new closures are not good choice for the belts IMO, the old ones closed better. The shoes are the weakest link here. Very basic black sandals, with long black strings. The strings look very basic and cheap, not like the ones they used for Coquette Jordan. Though they do have red soles and silver heels, which is a nice touch. Now, the necklace is everything, it looks very nice when you put it on. She comes with a coordinated ring and earrings, as well. Very nice jewelry. The leopard bag brings a bit of drama in this look. The execution is amazing, it closes with small silver zipper and looks very nice in person. 9/10.
Overall: It is all about the screening and the face when it comes to this Agnes. She will be very cherished here. As the outfit is a hit or a miss, I would suggest to get her nude, as she really looks beautiful! 9/10
Model: Willow Star (www.willowstarmodeling.com);
Hair/Makeup Stylist: Maria Spatharakis (www.beauteluxe.com);
Fashion Designer: Horacio Nieto (www.horacionieto.com)
Photographer: Allison Kortokrax of Korto Photography (www.kortophotography.com)
© Korto Photography 2013
Every wasted day becomes a wasted chance.
9 Days Simple Plan Concert Project- Tengo una debilidad por la frase de arriba. Creo que de todas las cuotas que he escuchado en mi vida entra en el top10 de las que más me llegan y me hacen reflexionar y querer cambiar.
En la anterior foto del proyecto hablé sobre uno de los significados que captaba de la canción When I'm Gone de Simple Plan, el de evasión, y este es el otro significado o mensaje, no perder el tiempo. La vida es corta y nadie quiere mirar atras, después de que la mitad de tu vida haya pasado, y darte cuenta de que has desperdiciado todo el tiempo. Un tiempo irrecuperable. Hace poco leí una frase que me llego, decía algo así 'Has algo nuevo cada día para hacer de cada día única'. Lo que quería decir es que nuestra vida pasa rápido porque es muy monótona, rutinaria, pero al hacer algo nuevo cada día cambiamos esa rutina y disfrutamos algo más de esta montaña rusa llamada vida. De todas las cosas sobre las que más reflexiono es sobre el paso el tiempo y aprovechar tu tiempo para no perderlo. Si de verdad queremos vivir nuestra vida de manera que dentro de varios años miremos atrás y no nos hayamos arrepentido de ninguno de los minutos que hayamos utilizado, debemos comenzar ahora mismo a cambiar de forma de actuar y disfrutar cada minuto como si fuese el último. Solo nosotros somos capaces de ello. If life won’t wait I guess it’s up to me.
Won’t look back
When I say goodbye
We’re gonna leave this world behind me
Gonna take what’s mine tonight
‘cause every wasted day
Becomes a wasted chance
You’re gonna wake up feeling sorry
‘cause life won’t wait
I guess it’s up to you
Siento poner tantos lyrics pero todas y cada una de las frases de está canción me dicen algo. Es demasiado perfecta para mí. Demasiados mensajes.
They kept holding hands and looking into each other's eyes for the whole dinner time. It was a hopeful, sweet sight of young people in love.
When a Somerset Hare comes running towards me, taking photographs becomes so much fun. A lovely warm sunny evening in June.
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REMEMBER WHEN - Alan Jackson
Ti ricordi papà quando rimanesti impigliato sotto il treno nel fare manovra e ti raccomandasti a Dio ed un treno intero ti passò sopra e rimanesti illeso e tu non dicesti nulla a noi se non quando eravamo grandi ! E' da te che io ho preso la Fede .
Ti ricordi papà quando facevi il turno di notte e la mattina ti facevi avanzare un pezzetto di pane e mi dicevi che te lo aveva portato la cornacchia ed io ne andavo pazzo ! E' da te che ho preso l'amore per i figli !
Ti ricordi papà quando la stazione di Ceccano prendeva il 1° premio per il miglior giardino ed eri tu che te ne curavi ! E' da te che ho preso l'amore per i fiori !
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