tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68554703924293415692024-03-13T01:09:06.864-07:00BOOKMARKLIFE, LOVE, DESIGN, FASHION, AND PHOTOGRAPHYelizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-38959601328361273072014-03-08T07:12:00.000-08:002014-03-08T07:12:13.524-08:00A DrugWhen you crave his attention<br />when you think you can not go on without him<br />when he calls you get a high, whenyou see him you feel that everything is going to be ok, you consider, being the women, the wife, the mother, that holds it all together, even when you know when he is not lying next to you he is with another. You pretend that it will all be ok, you pretend he will always come home to you. you pretend that it really is not happening.
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJG7dxLdTO6mUBq46YoJHcHPtdbORomx1eobmDIQ8IzokkEVemQKUcUAdLPtYZxfc-yfltrr-gvDWu9IWUs1n17NWyhBv96K_uriXqsli-4MpXVodQ5yWHibOJT0k764F9fB4MG7b_aI/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJG7dxLdTO6mUBq46YoJHcHPtdbORomx1eobmDIQ8IzokkEVemQKUcUAdLPtYZxfc-yfltrr-gvDWu9IWUs1n17NWyhBv96K_uriXqsli-4MpXVodQ5yWHibOJT0k764F9fB4MG7b_aI/s400/7.jpg" /></a></div> elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-60991442667866094952011-02-10T05:55:00.000-08:002011-02-10T05:55:27.452-08:00Cat Power - I Found a Reason<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uEApf_FT25M?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-20949221389013719352011-02-07T11:19:00.000-08:002011-02-07T11:20:39.994-08:00HBPU<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrTFRQhXI_lqm-04t8XCbNnOKsZa5SJjUV_a_lyMgPNFNRi2mpkGZQEYsJvTBdQJoWWw-hQFSkrAE06-1XwNAmxSBI8zJaHJ8dwi6kOupxf2-9oPg1sKAzq-09I208LX18br4cJhlKVk/s1600/Picture+14.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrTFRQhXI_lqm-04t8XCbNnOKsZa5SJjUV_a_lyMgPNFNRi2mpkGZQEYsJvTBdQJoWWw-hQFSkrAE06-1XwNAmxSBI8zJaHJ8dwi6kOupxf2-9oPg1sKAzq-09I208LX18br4cJhlKVk/s320/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571029659169577330" /></a>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-88843293969077846132011-01-26T12:51:00.000-08:002011-01-26T12:52:27.874-08:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7bV9pOyehmCDSTGEcDvUJ_-PhX2oE01ODH3Ub4D4ZRmXG4xo_sy3-T-Xojjvq1QXEZquYKUR3h7QmudnX5HrnhOqWLTSPInYBDA5577bustIUk7MxHHESIhDtcZlI9EmwgR7FN-v1fI/s1600/Picture+16.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7bV9pOyehmCDSTGEcDvUJ_-PhX2oE01ODH3Ub4D4ZRmXG4xo_sy3-T-Xojjvq1QXEZquYKUR3h7QmudnX5HrnhOqWLTSPInYBDA5577bustIUk7MxHHESIhDtcZlI9EmwgR7FN-v1fI/s320/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566600253263950354" /></a><br /><br />via le loveelizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-29422048688357884222011-01-25T05:46:00.000-08:002011-01-25T05:46:16.841-08:00Gold Guns Girls [Official Music Video] - METRIC<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FRtd8ArvH_s?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-56189650328353726152010-04-26T05:54:00.000-07:002010-04-26T06:01:43.861-07:00When you thought you were alone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGit57HXdF3DkhYYohl1LzLB3i7YCve7Qv9nmtOrXWs0ptt_OP-rKDkRZ1NkTF8EVTWcWsBH_3xWfrTGxEWPMouNrFaplWz4GCS4g_4ygrTEbNu20L5mgg9veuqu7nn1ZDcX-XSI5LYXs/s1600/Picture+5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGit57HXdF3DkhYYohl1LzLB3i7YCve7Qv9nmtOrXWs0ptt_OP-rKDkRZ1NkTF8EVTWcWsBH_3xWfrTGxEWPMouNrFaplWz4GCS4g_4ygrTEbNu20L5mgg9veuqu7nn1ZDcX-XSI5LYXs/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464430408230468882" /></a><br /><br />"Once, when you thought no one was looking, I saw you open your heart so wide the earth fell in. Once, when you thought no one was listening, I heard you sigh so deep the oceans roared with support. Once, when you thought you were all alone, I felt every atom in this universe rush forward to embrace you. Again. Thank you for existing so intensely"<br /><br />{<a href="http://www.serabeak.com/divinewinks/">my spirtual guide</a>}<br />{photo}elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-22958091422308767072010-04-26T05:39:00.000-07:002010-04-26T05:51:09.760-07:00A brilliant point<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hL8JuX8h2zFLCh4Dp0a0jkr-KYU5PhxAqGt6IR_MMs4b1kdY4S3aVcmsNaV5YcpzBnjoj9NUNevADFAyGJBcxPo520uf94flSW8x9FXcvnmsSliJwEzzsvOR9MmDjEokppEb7iKuk8c/s1600/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hL8JuX8h2zFLCh4Dp0a0jkr-KYU5PhxAqGt6IR_MMs4b1kdY4S3aVcmsNaV5YcpzBnjoj9NUNevADFAyGJBcxPo520uf94flSW8x9FXcvnmsSliJwEzzsvOR9MmDjEokppEb7iKuk8c/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464426348926109714" /></a><br /><br />Yoga's new <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/25/fashion/25yoga.html">wave</a><br /><br />{photo via Alicia J. Rose Flickr}elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-23256160535071489372009-09-30T14:26:00.001-07:002009-09-30T14:26:41.640-07:00'Bright Star' Trailer HD<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/lTetIodauIM' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/lTetIodauIM'/></object></p><p>"We must cut the threads."</p></div>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-84219015364254470892009-09-25T09:02:00.000-07:002009-09-25T09:11:42.918-07:00a hot mess<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsZtC4grRS6oB5lQomDbctGppRecP03vAafouQqpWPxmzpSrqCLnmMeuRNAJEPhjAp5qBnTzG3KNCb3M-LsdFNLeZ6Kw32FF81RkKcV2e7oG7swtUkwxnE-TABtzEs669P-3XJfSdkmEw/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsZtC4grRS6oB5lQomDbctGppRecP03vAafouQqpWPxmzpSrqCLnmMeuRNAJEPhjAp5qBnTzG3KNCb3M-LsdFNLeZ6Kw32FF81RkKcV2e7oG7swtUkwxnE-TABtzEs669P-3XJfSdkmEw/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385437601565739618" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Last week, when I asked the divine what the hell to do about all this mess, I experienced an inner vision. It was that of a massive red velvet curtain - like one that hangs in those old grand theaters – dropping smoothly and quickly down to the floor.<br /><br />Thud.<br /><br />Cutting me off from my audience, from the house lights, from the world.<br /><br />Alone, I slowly turned around in the darkness of my new environment and was immediately embraced by the energy of Her. My Red Lady. And the tears flowed and the heart hiccupped and the mind quieted and I got it.<br /><br />For now, I need to be with the Divine She of Me. This is a foundational boundary I need to draw and uphold. So, a necessary cocooning, a molting, a shedding of skins (how many insect/animal metaphors can I bring in?), can happen.<br /><br />And although all this probably sounds awfully dramatic and pretentious, it is where I need to be at this time. No apologies. No exceptions. No compromises.<br /><br />Until She raises the red velvet curtain again.<br /><br />Then I will come back to this blog shaking my bloody wings, my dusty mini skirt, and my dirty sense of humor. At you. At myself. At life."<br /><br />Thank you <a href="http://www.serabeak.com/">Sera Beak</a> {<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/axis/172891796/">photo</a>}elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-30920884360753453712009-09-25T09:00:00.001-07:002009-09-25T09:00:45.327-07:00Thunder Perfect Mind - Prada<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/7hgQ7dOCeeY' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7hgQ7dOCeeY'/></object></p><p>The Thunder, Perfect Mind<br /><br />I was sent forth from the power,<br /> and I have come to those who reflect upon me,<br /> and I have been found among those who seek after me.<br />Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,<br /> and you hearers, hear me.<br /> You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.<br />And do not banish me from your sight.<br /> And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.<br /> Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!<br /> Do not be ignorant of me.<br /><br />For I am the first and the last.<br />I am the honored one and the scorned one.<br />I am the whore and the holy one.<br />I am the wife and the virgin.<br />I am the mother and the daughter.<br />I am the members of my mother.<br />I am the barren one<br /> and many are her sons.<br />I am she whose wedding is great,<br /> and I have not taken a husband.<br />I am the midwife and she who does not bear.<br />I am the solace of my labor pains.<br />I am the bride and the bridegroom,<br /> and it is my husband who begot me.<br />I am the mother of my father<br /> and the sister of my husband<br /> and he is my offspring.<br />I am the slave of him who prepared me.<br />I am the ruler of my offspring.<br /> But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.<br /> And he is my offspring in due time and my power is from him.<br />I am the staff of his power in his youth,<br /> and he is the rod of my old age.<br /> And whatever he wills happens to me.<br />I am the silence that is incomprehensible<br /> and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.<br />I am the voice whose sound is manifold<br /> and the word whose appearance is multiple.<br />I am the utterance of my name.<br /><br />Why, you who hate me, do you love me,<br /> and you hate those who love me?<br />You who deny me, confess me,<br /> and you who confess me, deny me.<br />You who tell the truth about me, lie about me,<br /> and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me.<br />You who know me, be ignorant of me,<br /> and those who have not known me, let them know me.<br /><br />For I am knowledge and ignorance.<br />I am shame and boldness.<br />I am shameless; I am ashamed.<br />I am strength and I am fear.<br />I am war and peace.<br />Give heed to me.<br />I am the one who is disgraced and the great one.<br /><br />Give heed to my poverty and my wealth.<br />Do not be arrogant to me when I am cast out upon the earth,<br /> and you will find me in those that are to come.<br />And do not look upon me on the dung-heap<br /> nor go out and leave me cast out,<br /> and you will find me in the kingdoms.<br />And do not look upon me when I am cast out among those who<br /> are disgraced and in the least places,<br /> nor laugh at me.<br />And do not cast me out among those who are slain in violence.<br />But I, I am compassionate and I am cruel.<br /><br />Be on your guard!<br />Do not hate my obedience<br /> and do not love my self control.<br />In my weakness, do not forsake me,<br /> and do not be afraid of my power.<br />For why do you despise my fear<br /> and curse my pride?<br />But I am she who exists in all fears<br /> and strength in trembling.<br />I am she who is weak,<br /> and I am well in a pleasant place.<br />I am senseless and I am wise.<br /><br />Why have you hated me in your counsels?<br />For I shall be silent among those who are silent,<br /> and I shall appear and speak,<br />Why then have you hated me, you Greeks?<br /> because I am a barbarian among the barbarians?<br />For I am the wisdom of the Greeks<br /> and the knowledge of the barbarians.<br />I am the judgement of the Greeks and of the barbarians.<br />I am the one whose image is great in Egypt<br /> and the one who has no image among the barbarians.<br />I am the one who has been hated everywhere<br /> and who has been loved everywhere.<br />I am the one whom they call life,<br /> and you have called death.<br />I am the one whom they call the law,<br /> and you have called lawlessness.<br />I am the one whom you have pursued,<br /> and I am the one whom you have seized.<br />I am the one whom you have scattered,<br /> and you have gathered me together.<br />I am the one before whom you have been ashamed,<br /> and you have been shameless to me.<br />I am she who does not keep festival,<br /> and I am she whose festivals are many.<br />I, I am godless,<br /> and I am the one whose God is great.<br />I am the one whom you have reflected upon,<br /> and you have scorned me.<br />I am unlearned,<br /> and they learn from me.<br />I am the one that you have despised,<br /> and you reflect upon me.<br />I am the one whom you have hidden from,<br /> and you appear to me.<br />But whenever you hide yourselves,<br /> I myself will appear.<br />For whenever you appear,<br /> I myself will hide from you.<br /><br />Take me to yourselves from understanding and grief.<br />And take me to yourselves in places that are ugly and in ruin,<br /> and rob from those which are good even though in ugliness.<br />Out of shame, take me to yourselves shamelessly;<br /> and out of shamelessness and shame, upbraid my members in yourselves.<br />And come forward to me, you who know me and you who know my members,<br /> and establish the great ones among the small first creatures.<br />Come forward to childhood,<br /> and do not despise it because it is small and it is little.<br />And do not turn away from greatnesses in some part of the smallnesses,<br /> for the smallnesses are known from the greatnesses.<br /><br />Why do you curse me and honor me?<br />You have wounded and you have had mercy.<br />Do not separate me from the first ones you have known.<br />And do not cast anyone out nor turn anyone away<br />I know the first ones and those after them know me.<br /><br />I am the knowledge of my inquiry,<br /> and the finding of those who seek after me,<br /> and the command of those who ask of me,<br /> and the power of the powers in my knowledge<br /> of the angels, who have been sent at my word,<br /> and of gods in their seasons by my counsel,<br /> and of spirits of every man who exists with me, and of women who dwell<br /> within me.<br /><br />I am the one who is honored, and who is praised,<br /> and who is despised scornfully.<br />I am peace,<br /> and war has come because of me.<br />I am an alien and a citizen.<br />I am the substance and the one who has no substance.<br /><br />Those who are without association with me are ignorant of me,<br /> and those who are in my substance are the ones who know me.<br />Those who are close to me have been ignorant of me,<br /> and those who are far away from me are the ones who have known me.<br />On the day when I am close to you,<br /> you are far away from me<br /> and on the day when I am far away from you<br /> I am close to you.<br /><br />I am ... within.<br />I am ... of the natures.<br />I am the creation of the spirits.<br />I am control and the uncontrollable.<br />I am the union and the dissolution.<br />I am the abiding and I am the dissolving.<br />I am the one below,<br /> and they come up to me.<br />I am the judgement and the acquittal.<br />I, I am sinless,<br /> and the root of sin derives from me.<br />I am the hearing which is attainable to everyone<br /> and the speech which cannot be grasped.<br />I am a mute who does not speak,<br /> and great is my multitude of words.<br /><br />Hear me in gentleness, and learn of me in roughness.<br />I am she who cries out,<br /> and I am cast forth upon the face of the earth.<br />I prepare the bread and my mind within.<br />I am the knowledge of my name.<br />I am the one who cries out,<br /> and I listen.<br />I am the one who is called Truth<br /> and iniquity.<br /><br />You honor me and you whisper against me.<br />Judge them before they give judgement against you,<br /> because the judge and partiality exist in you.<br />If you are condemned by this one, who will acquit you?<br /> Or, if you are acquitted by him, who will be able to detain you?<br />For what is inside of you is what is outside of you,<br /> and the one who fashions you on the outside<br /> is the one who shaped the inside of you.<br />And what you see outside of you,<br /> you see inside of you;<br /> it is visible and it is your garment.<br />Hear me, you hearers<br /> and learn of my words, you who know me.<br />I am the hearing that is attainable to everything;<br /> I am the speech that cannot be grasped.<br />I am the name of the sound<br /> and the sound of the name.<br />I am the sign of the letter<br /> and the designation of the division.<br /> And I will speak his name.<br /><br />Look then at his words<br /> and all the writings which have been completed.<br />Give heed then, you hearers<br /> and you also, the angels and those who have been sent,<br /> and you spirits who have risen from the dead.<br />For I am the one who alone exists,<br /> and I have no one who will judge me.<br /><br />For many are the pleasant forms which exist in<br /> numerous sins,<br /> and incontinencies,<br /> and disgraceful passions,<br /> and fleeting pleasures,<br /> which men embrace until they become sober<br /> and go up to their resting place.<br />And they will find me there,<br /> and they will live,<br /> and they will not die again.</p></div>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-31436404618489000752009-07-23T16:31:00.000-07:002009-07-23T16:53:43.764-07:00Today - July 23rd<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbyMJbFFnv2kFoKYUAW3Q1t9UFI7tvSLubWCizp8Suo0r_xy6mLTG04fdtM-gjHbQCMCp1MGxlZRTmyhZmVcPMCea4If8-P-Vn40JVHxcOwAfneWSjCqTPRxJHrcqybWlTq1_liLxy7NU/s1600-h/IMG_0967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbyMJbFFnv2kFoKYUAW3Q1t9UFI7tvSLubWCizp8Suo0r_xy6mLTG04fdtM-gjHbQCMCp1MGxlZRTmyhZmVcPMCea4If8-P-Vn40JVHxcOwAfneWSjCqTPRxJHrcqybWlTq1_liLxy7NU/s320/IMG_0967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361804460009905458" /></a><br /><br />Today. <br />Today I am going to flush negative thoughts from my mind.<br />Today.<br /><br /><br />Today I am going to celebrate you. <br /> <br />To feel. <br />Two years ago we embarked on a journey. With you by my side and mine yours, we discovered ourselves through each other, we dawned different life lenses providing new perspectives, we endeavored to support each other unconditionally, we defined true love in our own way, and we unearthed together what it means to feel. <br />To feel.<br />Without you, I would have never fully understood the purity, peace, and power of this concept. <br />To feel.<br />I am a better person because of you.<br />I feel.<br /> <br />Today.<br />Today I am blessed to have had you in my life. <br />Today.<br />Today I am going to celebrate you. <br /> <br />Happy Anniversary <br /><br /><br /><br />Today.<br />Today I feel part of my soul slipped through my bones.<br />Today is the hardest day to remember "us".<br />Today.<br /><br />To feel<br />I feel that half my heart will loose a beat forever,<br />I feel that until we are together again I will never have that beat back.<br />To feel<br />The gratefulness the love the serenity the passion the trust...<br />The HOPE, that we discovered together.<br />I feel.<br /><br />Today<br />Today I hope my decisions are the right ones.<br />Today.<br />Today I am blessed to have had you in my life.<br />Today.<br />Today I will celebrate you and the love you shared with me.<br /><br />Happy Anniversary<br />Forever Bookmarkelizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-72468624980509115032009-06-04T13:02:00.000-07:002009-06-04T13:06:27.709-07:00That Is When I Know I Am Loved The Most<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKuYKEeFBbYsxMEGaLG_bn1Qm0vHY1UZJ5Q9c2wZC91WhjRSc9z00K60rgQ81hh4Sa8m4ByB9KmTPLRG_wPXh7YIM2Sz73YWTYRK7hLreIVojQenaVpWvJgpaiI0W6Gn5kRcfRkWmEgqs/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKuYKEeFBbYsxMEGaLG_bn1Qm0vHY1UZJ5Q9c2wZC91WhjRSc9z00K60rgQ81hh4Sa8m4ByB9KmTPLRG_wPXh7YIM2Sz73YWTYRK7hLreIVojQenaVpWvJgpaiI0W6Gn5kRcfRkWmEgqs/s320/Picture+19.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343565509872714514" /></a><br />i miss waking up to you<br /><br />waking up next to you<br />hair tangled, stinky breath...<br />i nuzzle in your nook...<br />that is when i know i am loved the most.<br />-S<br /><br />{<a href="http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/">le love</a>}<br />many thanks to photographer sarah rhoads for this beautiful submission ♥elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-75431974952946029492009-06-04T12:51:00.000-07:002009-06-04T12:55:47.630-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmIT8TtLMb06IQkEEI46twPSv839VVHJ27s99fJ-mqS7RGXdKN1Rkjm3nKPCNASbLQuQQE6ERO5FSM-OXGVoPAi8AKF8AnymmSmn80d5qHY6Sp5rtevf7QV9CobhfANl2RM0hQNkAQJw/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmIT8TtLMb06IQkEEI46twPSv839VVHJ27s99fJ-mqS7RGXdKN1Rkjm3nKPCNASbLQuQQE6ERO5FSM-OXGVoPAi8AKF8AnymmSmn80d5qHY6Sp5rtevf7QV9CobhfANl2RM0hQNkAQJw/s320/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343563307016130754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_X1HzQHvZoU-U6iJyFcWzz5p2E7bodppKfz54XJkeZys8uqmHYYRWjLcsqoPU-mE2JiWc47-EXNajGaE7XEvyj6u0i2Yju5hNeFk0H7U8Q6wgiAdUffVl6LZHphjom8a6nrUoZ1xFjiA/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_X1HzQHvZoU-U6iJyFcWzz5p2E7bodppKfz54XJkeZys8uqmHYYRWjLcsqoPU-mE2JiWc47-EXNajGaE7XEvyj6u0i2Yju5hNeFk0H7U8Q6wgiAdUffVl6LZHphjom8a6nrUoZ1xFjiA/s320/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343563309711944002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7K_4r6MVHL8EJiyfL84G7v9p6urT4jcC8J-XfJtKIvA3U62qA4B4l399zYW74UUWQVqhfUVpMT4G856Icd9sAFWm7GlRWBRBABe3hS4SSWzi0bL07sWoqJ_WK_JaeyIkT9gsg0zqwU4M/s1600-h/Picture+18.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7K_4r6MVHL8EJiyfL84G7v9p6urT4jcC8J-XfJtKIvA3U62qA4B4l399zYW74UUWQVqhfUVpMT4G856Icd9sAFWm7GlRWBRBABe3hS4SSWzi0bL07sWoqJ_WK_JaeyIkT9gsg0zqwU4M/s320/Picture+18.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343563302789430050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMC6TNu5TqGZPWokKkTcV1MaeumWiYEdvWiVggkcm7xX3iRsQvhOXUwp7AV8-J1OqyceI3_Z7y3VLPvLipV_T6ys77qVyM9SI8o55oO5XeQD_AYTR1wNmpzwzryCU3JPCRN4JnsDLhCR4/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMC6TNu5TqGZPWokKkTcV1MaeumWiYEdvWiVggkcm7xX3iRsQvhOXUwp7AV8-J1OqyceI3_Z7y3VLPvLipV_T6ys77qVyM9SI8o55oO5XeQD_AYTR1wNmpzwzryCU3JPCRN4JnsDLhCR4/s320/Picture+17.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343563298988637346" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Is it the bag who knew too much? Marion Cottilard has reunited with her “La Vie en Rose” director Olivier Dahan for a Hitchcock-inspired short film, in which the star of the show is that lambskin ingénue known as the Lady Dior handbag.<br /><br />“<a href="http://www.ladydior.com/thefilm/">Lady Noire</a>,” the first of four installments to be released over the next two years to coincide with Dior collections, features a villainous millionaire, our heroine teetering on a cross-beam of the Eiffel tower, and well-dressed thugs in Dior Homme. Who will save her?<br /><br />Don’t expect to find out this season, since the story is somewhat opaque, although clues are provided — where else? — on the handbag’s Twitter page. Lovers of fashionable suspense will thrill to the scene where Cotillard slowly unpacks from her bag a glittering array of accessories, each with signature cannage cross-hatching, including an especially fancy Dior Mobile phone that resembles an Art Deco cigarette case. (Naomi Campbell would kill for — and with — one.)<br /><br />Cotillard will play a different character in a different city with each episode, the second of which is titled “Lady Rouge.” Details of the story are as secret as next year’s silhouette, but we’re hoping for plot-twists worthy of any big screen franchise. Maybe John Galliano will take off his bandanna and reveal that he’s Marion’s father?" {<a href="http://themoment.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/05/21/noir-thriller-marion-cotillard-for-dior/?ex=1259121600&en=1e28722cc218d7c5&ei=5087&WT.mc_id=TM-D-I-NYT-MOD-MOD-M100-ROS-0609-HDR&WT.mc_ev=click">NYC Times</a>}elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-26447825708400033932009-05-29T06:52:00.000-07:002009-05-29T07:19:10.557-07:00Peace Faith & Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZdglnZd08Zka6Qum1ob2QMUDLAYTl9lliKyawgS3TCp-g8LCL9y2JY_PpjvgG2Y9ffwnIq9DM_303LaH9wZLu6Gxa-54yqrlDh6AMeMghFGZEOd-Na97L7-RdorHq9DM-dmeBUxIVzg/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ZdglnZd08Zka6Qum1ob2QMUDLAYTl9lliKyawgS3TCp-g8LCL9y2JY_PpjvgG2Y9ffwnIq9DM_303LaH9wZLu6Gxa-54yqrlDh6AMeMghFGZEOd-Na97L7-RdorHq9DM-dmeBUxIVzg/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341243993925172306"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HPF3TW_NzJ0dERqL5wrJFICumlwAzrYzv3sN2Zw1R5T8HFcNB4HZ0eV0kmsdM_svU-YHWR-CgoApW5drQVoaDiyIuVS3bDpUzg2uf5xgr3RAmjf6VWZcIqmFtzG5KfEBOzuzLxlk0wQ/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HPF3TW_NzJ0dERqL5wrJFICumlwAzrYzv3sN2Zw1R5T8HFcNB4HZ0eV0kmsdM_svU-YHWR-CgoApW5drQVoaDiyIuVS3bDpUzg2uf5xgr3RAmjf6VWZcIqmFtzG5KfEBOzuzLxlk0wQ/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341243983516618770"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-b7qaSxuZUg">Peace</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4oZYqAeIdYk">Faith</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-O7PnvVgQvA">Love</a>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-86251520363082855032009-05-29T06:29:00.000-07:002009-05-29T06:31:45.760-07:00Bandeau Headband<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMWNAJuKEdXehK6pka8ZjDQGf9ZVkBXtwa0WfXzPY2wwI1TOSqgqybljbH63kiWVyGMiNH4NVze2F9KQxTgqPIA5np8o4dpOb85OryZxkdcXZYJ8qDYnCELHqsldGzw5J8dZyHjJE1NAc/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMWNAJuKEdXehK6pka8ZjDQGf9ZVkBXtwa0WfXzPY2wwI1TOSqgqybljbH63kiWVyGMiNH4NVze2F9KQxTgqPIA5np8o4dpOb85OryZxkdcXZYJ8qDYnCELHqsldGzw5J8dZyHjJE1NAc/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341237577392799330" /></a>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-89727339687614370992009-05-28T19:33:00.000-07:002009-05-28T19:42:13.474-07:00Au Naturel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPS7bS7uDZUhTlkWc9lNxx2_ZLVR3YRTJBLs9wawWZjtfoXH1d6_Njuu0TwIYbqxnDlnKn1qdKoYhmiQt7e2QgV0NIJ0aWDmoppaq83DSeaMXmdgHVhwHOC9SqDYqJ8p4yznNpfQDsRWM/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPS7bS7uDZUhTlkWc9lNxx2_ZLVR3YRTJBLs9wawWZjtfoXH1d6_Njuu0TwIYbqxnDlnKn1qdKoYhmiQt7e2QgV0NIJ0aWDmoppaq83DSeaMXmdgHVhwHOC9SqDYqJ8p4yznNpfQDsRWM/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341069417858315874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafwJw8DlPAa0vhqZiQzA8pjTRKLN73xzqCon9FHGpK06tTMEzltgFT3agsyN2UhJWtfBjjNwF4xp8n-QF5sNYXRUPCfTcgOtzheErxsxqBl5zTb2I20VhzPm-PD_BeufJl79KCrPIreQ/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafwJw8DlPAa0vhqZiQzA8pjTRKLN73xzqCon9FHGpK06tTMEzltgFT3agsyN2UhJWtfBjjNwF4xp8n-QF5sNYXRUPCfTcgOtzheErxsxqBl5zTb2I20VhzPm-PD_BeufJl79KCrPIreQ/s320/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341069414651266690" /></a><br /><br />Magazine editors seem to have noticed (at last!) that women need to see models and actresses in a truer form, without the work of makeup artists and retouchers to mask their pores, cellulite, and wrinkles. The upcoming issue of <a href="http://www.elle.fr/elle">French Elle</a>, which hits newsstands this weekend, features Eva Herzigova, Monica Bellucci, Sophie Marceau, Charlotte Rampling, and four other females sans fards, which is a French idiom that literally means “without rouge/makeup,” but implies “openness.”<br /><br />We’re totally psyched to see beautiful women in a more natural, albeit still extremely flattering light. Photographer <a href="http://www.peterlindbergh.com/">Peter Lindbergh</a> snapped the women, so they’re not anything like the horribly unattractive candids our friends take of us around 1 a.m. after we’ve ingested a few cocktails, but they’re the closest a fashion magazine is going to get.<br /><br />Like Italian Vogue‘s black issue, this month’s French Elle is a step in the right direction for magazines, but once a year isn’t enough. Shouldn’t we be able to see celebs looking more like themselves every month? I don’t mean in unattractive photos like the ones tabloids shoot, showing stars’ boogers and dry skin. Natural can be beautiful and at home in a glossy magazine. In this month’s Glamour, there’s a swimsuit story that features a curvy model, and everyone at The Frisky gushed over the model’s hot bod. But the headline reads: “Not a dental-floss-thing kind of girl? Then you’ll love the new old-school Hollywood trend, meant to flatter goddesses of every shape and size.” Why can’t we just integrate natural, more realistic beauty on a regular basis, without calling out the content: This is for all of our non-skinny readers!!!<br />{via <a href="http://">the frisky</a>}elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-9077082100333415762009-05-28T17:14:00.000-07:002009-05-28T17:24:16.257-07:00The World Is His Oyster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzbSl5eY1tON0hK3F1ZU_TYaQt-nnH-PkZ062ppPzQeJKW6Rp6BOAKI0yw4Y6MDhZrriA4_gLW4qkYPfWMd0rwDDeCHVLILEx7KPFEu_sca453TyA9a2gBl6jb-EAiN-PaLwHdP5QSSSI/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzbSl5eY1tON0hK3F1ZU_TYaQt-nnH-PkZ062ppPzQeJKW6Rp6BOAKI0yw4Y6MDhZrriA4_gLW4qkYPfWMd0rwDDeCHVLILEx7KPFEu_sca453TyA9a2gBl6jb-EAiN-PaLwHdP5QSSSI/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341033933261255554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8SyOnOW_oax_5z0DKjF_vgaujY2aOEEvKVeEHQ4RjYvTgPDMmX3hSuBHcWzYThtwx_H8XFHJeywQfjTQbS0B7e1X65bKTbK14iOOsARa_BDtf06NIFuCLbiGSaPcMkdXYuayyyksNPg/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVSJ2JqMgOSWuCuyeFIDhtQQ9tqmUiD7z-yqSKD9E8n6av95WSogs10lMEeGuzbrZf92qsovfcxzpEC4dgYjpL1T4FwQVpPIFudb6MlOnvQFI-JibXteTYbOU-b3-PYod6JX4JQAQfao/s320/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341033897187891026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXo2RLatDBEPotYPl21xgRl4s2sgFN3EBus0ivLBiEg4_5XddsTIa25VSMgt4iKDeK1lQha68LT3jCIz-FqJa_ySCEVt_YRKl9u0w1rFQA9QjFif_UpuJoCXA5p_F6wC9gxJRH7Es1wMQ/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXo2RLatDBEPotYPl21xgRl4s2sgFN3EBus0ivLBiEg4_5XddsTIa25VSMgt4iKDeK1lQha68LT3jCIz-FqJa_ySCEVt_YRKl9u0w1rFQA9QjFif_UpuJoCXA5p_F6wC9gxJRH7Es1wMQ/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341033888693533522" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/indexes/2009/05/31/style/t/index.html#pagewanted=0&pageName=31starckw&">Philippe Starck</a> never entertains on the half shell.elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-42967713150441905672009-05-28T06:07:00.000-07:002009-05-28T17:24:46.947-07:00Did You Say It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_UHP-2XwuHSxmmt5_1HukcNR_V02HoKWz8QOQfkOGI1Nj-_jEVJvOHwK9HtnYPXICTHJcncxCTPbaeORXyozsABpYoBa1_hRXEi-skZG2bl-31wiYQuK3O-hHat5lQap5Kbke5PXH6A/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_UHP-2XwuHSxmmt5_1HukcNR_V02HoKWz8QOQfkOGI1Nj-_jEVJvOHwK9HtnYPXICTHJcncxCTPbaeORXyozsABpYoBa1_hRXEi-skZG2bl-31wiYQuK3O-hHat5lQap5Kbke5PXH6A/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340860901760228546" /></a><br /><br /><br />did you say it<br /><br />i love you.<br /><br />i don't ever want to live without you.<br /><br />you changed my life...did you say it?<br /><br />make a plan, set a goal, work toward it.<br /><br />but every now and then look around<br /><br />drink it in cause, this is it<br /><br />it might be all gone tomorrow.<br /><br /><br />{grey's anatomy}<br />{photo<a href="http://darlingskyline.tumblr.com/post/89774485/via-plasticteacups">darling sky</a>}elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-38573973485786927812009-05-18T08:13:00.001-07:002009-05-18T08:14:04.742-07:00I heart Jared Leto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJELvzW6veEfmA-N0lVp6RJX68XNauMey0rzU3muF_TVMNjuXmE9ij0W_9UC2YjEzHZjVc4dZD9HI2nU71kZkOw4vz8GgQCEmTslmhxJTX6RZ9g82HSZudHSPs_13a6IuXSy5xEtzhxE/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJELvzW6veEfmA-N0lVp6RJX68XNauMey0rzU3muF_TVMNjuXmE9ij0W_9UC2YjEzHZjVc4dZD9HI2nU71kZkOw4vz8GgQCEmTslmhxJTX6RZ9g82HSZudHSPs_13a6IuXSy5xEtzhxE/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337182504572655314" /></a>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-59574764121843855352009-05-13T07:39:00.000-07:002009-05-13T07:40:46.698-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVT6GhyphenhyphenKC-yp0i7x5947msRZ0ksdLhUvKiWS9V6tVSfAATuLF7Vl_ESxmsTTp2yz-1uBS1wgQYfuRBYE-w3NHSjh4WhsxTQ2q7Bn198sw9lnKbfjOuYZjZFKtJfT_gh5gThN9k12R14k/s1600-h/Picture+32.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVT6GhyphenhyphenKC-yp0i7x5947msRZ0ksdLhUvKiWS9V6tVSfAATuLF7Vl_ESxmsTTp2yz-1uBS1wgQYfuRBYE-w3NHSjh4WhsxTQ2q7Bn198sw9lnKbfjOuYZjZFKtJfT_gh5gThN9k12R14k/s320/Picture+32.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335318312954365250" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/13/dining/reviews/13wine.html?partner=rss&emc=rss">ABSINTHE?</a> So devil may care, so deliciously disreputable, so ... louche. But it’s poisonous, no? It eats your brain and drives you crazy!elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-63434949953123611442009-05-06T09:04:00.000-07:002009-05-06T09:12:04.553-07:00Slim, Rich and Famous<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4OEQ3PsO1Qi1QlOMyZ7SnFo1C9Oh-kW9f-fl52mHRghhdlcC-YhqKmnf8bQpM4WwKSDwBagYXfAKS0Ygf18j_rlmzx_Zz4yw6j8UMqc_pMEJQ2HP3iTlXsogUyFijFAouusxYwFV17c/s1600-h/Picture+23.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio4OEQ3PsO1Qi1QlOMyZ7SnFo1C9Oh-kW9f-fl52mHRghhdlcC-YhqKmnf8bQpM4WwKSDwBagYXfAKS0Ygf18j_rlmzx_Zz4yw6j8UMqc_pMEJQ2HP3iTlXsogUyFijFAouusxYwFV17c/s320/Picture+23.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744095973413570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3m-0HKutpCzHbnKJNfsZZkWgLIESwk33FJbId2O5_Jy9CgyT-zdgrK2tMAFzlb79-wN8gS9tVwno645yJtBxSYSsUNrYUiErSf7_xl3t79JiEVQNUn5N2-KcVxv_ws5Kj1hMTKrHqqE/s1600-h/Picture+24.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3m-0HKutpCzHbnKJNfsZZkWgLIESwk33FJbId2O5_Jy9CgyT-zdgrK2tMAFzlb79-wN8gS9tVwno645yJtBxSYSsUNrYUiErSf7_xl3t79JiEVQNUn5N2-KcVxv_ws5Kj1hMTKrHqqE/s320/Picture+24.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332743682485663442" /></a><br /><br />Slim Aarons is one of the most prolific and revered society photographers of the 20Th century. <br />So very sexy! Just a little inspiration.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.gettyimagesgallery.com/">Getty Images Gallery</a>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-79093231585819426102009-05-06T08:44:00.000-07:002009-05-06T08:50:20.528-07:00Freeze That Thought<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmG5indxTXgk1gShvkWlCtCEfLiTjXx8PQFe0_ZTxsXUK8Ij0VSDP6VMqQPOZDuSaqLErx5CLfEBCMvVhJ-T0mffARaAt_2KbpGrkojC50hZkjANDzRe3mK2nmYLFA_GmSszZmn4_ZHNI/s1600-h/Picture+22.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmG5indxTXgk1gShvkWlCtCEfLiTjXx8PQFe0_ZTxsXUK8Ij0VSDP6VMqQPOZDuSaqLErx5CLfEBCMvVhJ-T0mffARaAt_2KbpGrkojC50hZkjANDzRe3mK2nmYLFA_GmSszZmn4_ZHNI/s320/Picture+22.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332737929267950706" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/06/dining/06mini.html?partner=rss&emc=rss">UNDERESTIMATED</a> plan well, freeze well, then eat well!elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-62439329628579558122009-05-06T08:38:00.001-07:002009-05-06T08:42:18.513-07:00Perhaps More Than Just Pretty Faces<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9zZ0GXk_uhoqrjGexffKUADNTvHl4-rEqG-eC0llFE04x2votSRV-aRtz8xSmYIqqtjvHZ2Z4gxqKZjZ59cHQBBA0qkirBZIEsD5_FpPh_cDLN5xfYXldpE6tJQ_LmjbcGDJEeueiiE/s1600-h/Picture+20.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9zZ0GXk_uhoqrjGexffKUADNTvHl4-rEqG-eC0llFE04x2votSRV-aRtz8xSmYIqqtjvHZ2Z4gxqKZjZ59cHQBBA0qkirBZIEsD5_FpPh_cDLN5xfYXldpE6tJQ_LmjbcGDJEeueiiE/s320/Picture+20.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332736624143073266" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/06/arts/design/06mode.html">http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/06/arts/design/06mode.html</a>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-7175444271720992032009-04-22T10:30:00.000-07:002009-04-22T10:42:28.920-07:00Fennofolk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohW4BCdC5Kp1Dw6ArWKi46zgxBbu637j13Z0z7oPTMQWJyD9BuUbMAUGtvmage5vY5MKvhxXG2v7TE8VMoLjRIleNxpCGCp7wAD55kKXDgFWCYSWIT-ms5YWPxUiEy8JtezXm8ETAlIg/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohW4BCdC5Kp1Dw6ArWKi46zgxBbu637j13Z0z7oPTMQWJyD9BuUbMAUGtvmage5vY5MKvhxXG2v7TE8VMoLjRIleNxpCGCp7wAD55kKXDgFWCYSWIT-ms5YWPxUiEy8JtezXm8ETAlIg/s320/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327569869364148834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugN5EaEcQySpdXCIQk08ANaDw__QB4rO-o2X96OTOMfVn-YIS7f754kD7BqPimBu_qA4_FdIhgREqvBIJ4YTDgt6ahjEfQEMpSHJHoW07RLnm6Yh_7qulpL1u0bbmek5NeDh37J90T5c/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugN5EaEcQySpdXCIQk08ANaDw__QB4rO-o2X96OTOMfVn-YIS7f754kD7BqPimBu_qA4_FdIhgREqvBIJ4YTDgt6ahjEfQEMpSHJHoW07RLnm6Yh_7qulpL1u0bbmek5NeDh37J90T5c/s320/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327569864028207954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehlm7JKfAJTHrwj74xPQIdfThsnp05STCKXlF4PEqAMu9-GAOHvwbRwsE4-7MMLb0yrm4KW-1SBLfrH_Cx1ic-K1VtL-exKMKfLbX3AbitJGkRZfJi98MY9YgQ7LQZ4-NmQSKz7owaEg/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiehlm7JKfAJTHrwj74xPQIdfThsnp05STCKXlF4PEqAMu9-GAOHvwbRwsE4-7MMLb0yrm4KW-1SBLfrH_Cx1ic-K1VtL-exKMKfLbX3AbitJGkRZfJi98MY9YgQ7LQZ4-NmQSKz7owaEg/s320/Picture+11.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327569858839187282" /></a><a href="http://www.ivanahelsinki.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">IVANAhelsinki</span></a> is a Finnish art brand. (one of my favorite personal styles) It represents a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">completely</span> new Northern style called "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fennofolk</span>". It brings delicately <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">together</span> Slavic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">melancholy</span> and pure Scandinavian moods with white <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Arctic</span> summer nights and endless winter sadness.<div>Paola <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ivana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Suhonen</span> is the designer behind the fashion pieces, starting from her dark naive landscapes, northern legend sagas, doing prints, graphics,<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">short movies</span> and well, everything that is involved with the visuals. </div>elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855470392429341569.post-46815835019607860192009-04-22T10:03:00.000-07:002009-05-28T06:03:43.178-07:00The Bride Was Beautiful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVY9vMZY2niMcD8MY1iaVVTOSDDtTDJyxGilFYM0mHZ41uCvBO5Nb6cZUHR4U0_TLjIO8ws0LQVjRMBqpbKBcVfdpOU0c1qHZnGTRzKzCKDMMqNQRoZgrwac7dxvNWwju-fWDMjhEEiEY/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GfFZJZxxgKiCbSerRepVYXD7A1PR1XnEPglsTpIhgFC39FIGMNWAOOEPUhmOzYCZVFUMz_FKuzdOfPNAI5fSkcyMnQvqwvSzWnr2GbGQqi1qtQCNzIsqzzmohkw_vG_dd5z1sIyq-6M/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327563434260008722" /></a><br /><br />"Katie Kirkpatrick, 21, held off cancer to celebrate the happiest day of her life.<br />Katie had chased away cancer once, only to have it return - to clog her lungs and grab hold of her heart.<br />Breathing was difficult now, she had to use oxygen. The pain in her back was so intense it broke through the morphine that was supposed to act as a shield. Her organs were shutting down but it would not stop her from marrying Nick Godwin, 23, who was in love with Katie since 11th grade.<br />Five days later, Katie died.elizabeth samiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18327213287614982394noreply@blogger.com0