Stained Vanity

I'm too afraid the "plastic" impression of fake hair on even nails would hurt my conscience. So I stick to lipstick. Its seductive tact suggests something like a statement. To think its history includes a law against it. You have to love it.

So... I charmed my favorite candy/cherry/orangy lipstick with an all too gorgeous birthday outfit (finally 18 YaY) that featured tight black leggings, a must have knit and an approving leopard print jersey once owned by the woman I call "mom". A cheap hair pin then took the duty of presenting the look all together

A few months ago I opt to read my first biography, of Coco Chanel, written by the prominently talented Axel Madsen. Not only did the book contribute to my Little knowledge of the French Revolution and the two world wars. It expressed mademoiselle Chanel's endemic opinion on EVERYTHING. Besides a few hundred words, I've also learnt plenty from the extraordinary woman...
Like that 1) "your character is who you are when you are alone"
              2) Dress hems should be cut longer at the back
              3) A fashion is for the masses
              4) Love overcomes us all, because "a woman that is not loved is a woman lost"

A convicted Gabrielle "coco" Chanel, whose initial fortunes were those of men, became associated with greats like Picasso. Her brilliance grew a huge empire contributing novel seasons that created comfort for women now resulting to grieve after the second world war.... expectations (things every woman should have like the LBD) and excuses, when making bogus jewellery more fashionable than the real thing, for the now financially deprived masses during the depression.

She created an ageless sense of subtleness in style " her name is enough to define a pair of shoes".

Tacits of unemployment

I don't appreciate the uniform; plain jeans and T. so instead I collaborate a sheer pattern dress having everything from a cuddled lace siluet to a subtle flowery thrill edited together. It being my Velvet chocolate (that guilt pleasure that arouses vanity while kicking your back pocket. With a jersey. Wanton in intention and fitted to critic one of both shoulders. Horizontally striped in a blue and an almost shy grey. My ritual white watch, skeleton earrings and hand me down rope chain (vintage probably sounds better) accessorized the look.

In my Twilight world, I would have paired this with these..

Reality shun a flattery of dirt on My pair of these...

The spirit of things

Here is why i love my country, it is courageous inits convictions.

I witnessed one of, i am sure, many parades expressing the country's excitement in preparation of the Fifa World Cup 2010... EVERY people was accounted for ( Note that the 11 official languages or recognised cultures don't account for everybody calling South Africa home).

I have never felt more proud. In order; was a "megatron" replica of our signature supporter hats. A stuffed animal structured like our national bird. And our national flower to interlude a magnitude of diversity. the Xhosa's, Pedes (representing :)), Vendas, Tswana's (representing again woooh), Boers and even the San and not necessarily native people like the beautiful Asians. many more cultures too. Pantsulas and obnoxious vuvuzelas (they should really add this word to the dictionary) relished the crowd.

Its here !

Cause for Concern