<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:57:11.645Z</updated><category term='fotografía'/><category term='modelos'/><category term='mitómana'/><category term='french fashion'/><category term='batman'/><category term='Alexander McQueen'/><category term='street fashion'/><category term='spring/summer 2001'/><category term='sixties'/><category term='fashion show'/><title type='text'>revival</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-735729173962500124</id><published>2010-08-30T22:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:20:07.572Z</updated><title type='text'>Summer of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/THwt7tmFwdI/AAAAAAAABZQ/7USFSRLzV-A/s1600/corrine_day_kate_1990_hi_resweb_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/THwt7tmFwdI/AAAAAAAABZQ/7USFSRLzV-A/s400/corrine_day_kate_1990_hi_resweb_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511330547869532626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Corinne Day (1965-2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece que sólo actualizo cuando la gente muere, pero, aunque suene cursi decirlo, qué hay que nos recuerde más la vida que la propia muerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-735729173962500124?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/735729173962500124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=735729173962500124' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/735729173962500124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/735729173962500124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-of-love.html' title='Summer of Love'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/THwt7tmFwdI/AAAAAAAABZQ/7USFSRLzV-A/s72-c/corrine_day_kate_1990_hi_resweb_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-7621261014741929946</id><published>2010-07-21T22:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:48:57.473Z</updated><title type='text'>esto es amor, lo demás no importa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/TEd5S9OMAPI/AAAAAAAABZI/lzvV5hO7mR4/s1600/givenchy04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/TEd5S9OMAPI/AAAAAAAABZI/lzvV5hO7mR4/s400/givenchy04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496495236807655666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;es increible como una marca con una identidad tan varible puede estar hoy en día en boca de todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-7621261014741929946?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7621261014741929946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=7621261014741929946' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7621261014741929946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7621261014741929946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2010/07/esto-es-amor-lo-demas-no-importa.html' title='esto es amor, lo demás no importa'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/TEd5S9OMAPI/AAAAAAAABZI/lzvV5hO7mR4/s72-c/givenchy04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-8814635565087996368</id><published>2010-04-06T20:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:56:25.035Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S7ufm3J6IOI/AAAAAAAABZA/8EnxBgM5U5I/s1600/Kate%2BJurgen8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S7ufm3J6IOI/AAAAAAAABZA/8EnxBgM5U5I/s400/Kate%2BJurgen8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457130863478841570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No soy supersticiosa, pero nada bueno con las serpientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-8814635565087996368?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8814635565087996368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=8814635565087996368' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/8814635565087996368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/8814635565087996368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-soy-supersticiosa-pero-nada-bueno.html' title=''/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S7ufm3J6IOI/AAAAAAAABZA/8EnxBgM5U5I/s72-c/Kate%2BJurgen8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-4843110766668913650</id><published>2010-03-16T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:32:00.661Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S5-yeSnHtQI/AAAAAAAABY4/MrA7LRhal3I/s1600-h/lost1_74924021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S5-yeSnHtQI/AAAAAAAABY4/MrA7LRhal3I/s400/lost1_74924021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449270307603330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-4843110766668913650?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4843110766668913650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=4843110766668913650' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4843110766668913650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4843110766668913650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S5-yeSnHtQI/AAAAAAAABY4/MrA7LRhal3I/s72-c/lost1_74924021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5630122285459830556</id><published>2010-02-27T17:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:35:02.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S4lXnF66Q-I/AAAAAAAABYw/l14Kg9klhhw/s1600-h/rodarte1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S4lXnF66Q-I/AAAAAAAABYw/l14Kg9klhhw/s400/rodarte1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442977953769735138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tal vez sea demasiado predecible decir que estoy totalmente enamorada de la colección que Rodarte ha presentado hace unos días. Me encanta como han conseguido traducir el oscuro mundo de las pesadillas a un universo totalmente blanco y frágil, que recrea sin duda un ambiente mucho más perturbado e inquietante que si se hubieran decantado por el tradicional negro. Es un concepto que siempre ha dado vueltas en mi cabeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5630122285459830556?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5630122285459830556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5630122285459830556' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5630122285459830556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5630122285459830556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2010/02/tal-vez-sea-demasiado-predecible-decir.html' title=''/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S4lXnF66Q-I/AAAAAAAABYw/l14Kg9klhhw/s72-c/rodarte1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-1456461656191516997</id><published>2010-02-20T15:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:20:50.199Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S3_9wiHDXLI/AAAAAAAABYo/vqxkP4q_HBU/s1600-h/mia_farrow-hair-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S3_9wiHDXLI/AAAAAAAABYo/vqxkP4q_HBU/s400/mia_farrow-hair-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440345885118782642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La semilla del diablo es una de las pocas películas que me dan verdadero miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-1456461656191516997?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1456461656191516997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=1456461656191516997' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1456461656191516997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1456461656191516997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-semilla-del-diablo-es-una-de-las.html' title=''/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S3_9wiHDXLI/AAAAAAAABYo/vqxkP4q_HBU/s72-c/mia_farrow-hair-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-2749250678274186674</id><published>2010-02-18T15:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:35:50.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S353hUsSzyI/AAAAAAAABYY/wMGOq50N7zA/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-dress-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S353hUsSzyI/AAAAAAAABYY/wMGOq50N7zA/s400/alexander-mcqueen-dress-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439916814284017442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El mayor error que los humanos cometemos es creer en la eternidad. Por eso, cuando las cosas se acaban y, sobre todo, si lo hacen de forma repentina e inesperada tendemos a dramatizar, viviendo incrédulos aquel momento que nunca esperaríamos que llegara.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por diversas razones la noticia de la muerte de Mcqueen llegó a mí cuatro días después de que sucediese y en un primer momento lo único que pude hacer era no creerlo. Me era imposible aceptar la idea de que alguien que estaba presente en mi rutina diaria, que inspiraba cada dibujo o diseño que nacía en mi cabeza y, sobre todo, que se convirtió en el principal responsable del camino que tomó mi vida hubiera desaparecido. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero la idea que más me atormentó era pensar que nunca más volvería a sorprenderme. A partir de ahora tendría que conformarme con desfiles equilibrados, prendas armónicamente construidas y mujeres encorsetadas dentro de los cánones estilísticos que rigen la sociedad. Nadie volvería a removerme por dentro, a demostrarme que la belleza más fastuosa y las sombras más oscuras e inquietantes pueden ir juntas, de la mano. Que un desfile puede perfectamente recrear un perverso mundo interior, que lucha por salir hacia el exterior y ser mostrado. Que puede alcanzarse el triunfo huyendo de lo establecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para Mcqueen, y como para otros tantos genios a los que admiro, la vida tenía un sentido secundario. Pesaban más los sentimientos, las emociones y el corazón que permanecer formando parte de algo que ya no tenía sentido. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Creo que Lee Mcqueen supo dar una lección a los que opinan que en moda está ya todo inventado. Tal vez, a partir de ahora, así sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-2749250678274186674?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2749250678274186674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=2749250678274186674' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/2749250678274186674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/2749250678274186674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-mayor-error-que-los-humanos.html' title=''/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S353hUsSzyI/AAAAAAAABYY/wMGOq50N7zA/s72-c/alexander-mcqueen-dress-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-1874894631079024145</id><published>2010-01-28T23:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:13:05.874Z</updated><title type='text'>Chanel Couture 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S2IZ9lh9CSI/AAAAAAAABYI/zuyq6intico/s1600-h/83587025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S2IZ9lh9CSI/AAAAAAAABYI/zuyq6intico/s400/83587025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431932646399478050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que ganas de casarme, por dios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-1874894631079024145?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1874894631079024145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=1874894631079024145' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1874894631079024145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1874894631079024145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2010/01/chanel-couture-2010.html' title='Chanel Couture 2010'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S2IZ9lh9CSI/AAAAAAAABYI/zuyq6intico/s72-c/83587025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-8045081883082971849</id><published>2010-01-04T00:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:18:27.517Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S0EzwhTASCI/AAAAAAAABX4/jOMs0WBew3U/s1600-h/m6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S0EzwhTASCI/AAAAAAAABX4/jOMs0WBew3U/s400/m6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422672334995605538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La mujer más bella a lo largo y ancho del planeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-8045081883082971849?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8045081883082971849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=8045081883082971849' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/8045081883082971849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/8045081883082971849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-mujer-mas-bella-lo-largo-y-ancho-del.html' title=''/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/S0EzwhTASCI/AAAAAAAABX4/jOMs0WBew3U/s72-c/m6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-2409497274012333515</id><published>2009-12-21T11:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:08:11.027Z</updated><title type='text'>Frances Bean Cobain Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sy9W6jujZVI/AAAAAAAABXw/Xmdu5-0IM9c/s1600-h/frances%2Bbean%2Bcobain-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sy9W6jujZVI/AAAAAAAABXw/Xmdu5-0IM9c/s400/frances%2Bbean%2Bcobain-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417644440772896082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Frances Bean Cobain Love. El nombre más bonito del mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-2409497274012333515?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2409497274012333515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=2409497274012333515' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/2409497274012333515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/2409497274012333515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/12/frances-bean-cobain-love.html' title='Frances Bean Cobain Love'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sy9W6jujZVI/AAAAAAAABXw/Xmdu5-0IM9c/s72-c/frances%2Bbean%2Bcobain-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-314242796840496249</id><published>2009-11-16T22:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:39:54.368Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SwHUWPdx1HI/AAAAAAAABXo/uUiKZdqpE6M/s1600/marrom-montagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SwHUWPdx1HI/AAAAAAAABXo/uUiKZdqpE6M/s400/marrom-montagem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404834506394948722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desearía que Sharon Tate estuviera viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-314242796840496249?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/314242796840496249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=314242796840496249' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/314242796840496249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/314242796840496249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/11/desearia-que-sharon-tate-estuviera-viva.html' title=''/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SwHUWPdx1HI/AAAAAAAABXo/uUiKZdqpE6M/s72-c/marrom-montagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-6747239245142638779</id><published>2009-11-08T22:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:45:46.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Alienígenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SvdJ8K8kc4I/AAAAAAAABXg/3946ywaK5Xs/s1600-h/jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SvdJ8K8kc4I/AAAAAAAABXg/3946ywaK5Xs/s400/jp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401867576133579650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me encantan las modelos inquietantes, mágicas, especiales. Estoy cansada de Darias y Giseles, mujeres planas y monótonas que han de estar siempre bellas y parece que no pueden ensuciarse las manos. En moda lo importante no es vender, sino transmitir una idea, un concepto, crear una simbología propia y por ello la modelo no es un mero soporte, sino que forma parte del "todo", del mundo creado por el diseñador. Y a mí me encantan los alienígenas, como Jennifer Pugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-6747239245142638779?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6747239245142638779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=6747239245142638779' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6747239245142638779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6747239245142638779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/11/alienigenas.html' title='Alienígenas'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SvdJ8K8kc4I/AAAAAAAABXg/3946ywaK5Xs/s72-c/jp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-4670835021544999078</id><published>2009-07-05T22:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:53:12.997Z</updated><title type='text'>Brian Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SlEuvIR69MI/AAAAAAAABWg/pGiRa7TwAQw/s1600-h/0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SlEuvIR69MI/AAAAAAAABWg/pGiRa7TwAQw/s400/0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355112819131610306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Una de las cosas que te mantienen vivo cuando estás hundido es que la gente se preocupe por ti. Es el cordón umbilical que te une a la vida; en el caso de Brian, ya nadie se preocupaba por él. Brian ponía a prueba los niveles de resistencia de la gente, y había agotado la paciencia de todos. Lo hacía siempre, continuamente. Para Brian, las relaciones con los demás siempre ocurrían en caso extremo. la única clase de afecto o amistad que podía tolerar era el amor incondicional. Por parte de hombres, mujeres, novias, chóferes, camareros. Aun contando con eso, apenas podía enfrentarse a la vida. Y menos que eso, le parecía una gran estafa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-4670835021544999078?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4670835021544999078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=4670835021544999078' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4670835021544999078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4670835021544999078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/07/brian-jones.html' title='Brian Jones'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SlEuvIR69MI/AAAAAAAABWg/pGiRa7TwAQw/s72-c/0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-1542986029947440131</id><published>2009-06-29T23:45:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:02:59.747Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SklVhoIXgUI/AAAAAAAABWY/wtgZKUDXbFo/s1600-h/hhgg02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SklVhoIXgUI/AAAAAAAABWY/wtgZKUDXbFo/s400/hhgg02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352903668303102274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweller's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me because love doesn't exists and I have tried everything that does"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;everything is illuminated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-1542986029947440131?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1542986029947440131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=1542986029947440131' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1542986029947440131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1542986029947440131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-there-is-no-love-in-world-we-will.html' title=''/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SklVhoIXgUI/AAAAAAAABWY/wtgZKUDXbFo/s72-c/hhgg02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-57767118871014292</id><published>2009-06-26T21:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:06:43.369Z</updated><title type='text'>Farrah Fawcett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SkVGOgTJCpI/AAAAAAAABWQ/3dm-3Hxgwrk/s1600-h/farrah-fawcett-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SkVGOgTJCpI/AAAAAAAABWQ/3dm-3Hxgwrk/s400/farrah-fawcett-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351760947202034322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-57767118871014292?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/57767118871014292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=57767118871014292' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/57767118871014292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/57767118871014292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/06/farrah-fawcett.html' title='Farrah Fawcett'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SkVGOgTJCpI/AAAAAAAABWQ/3dm-3Hxgwrk/s72-c/farrah-fawcett-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-4897919822311047660</id><published>2009-06-11T20:24:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:42:27.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Coknit Connect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SjFq4xW1jHI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pEXUMcMwVjk/s1600-h/hgsdhgds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SjFq4xW1jHI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pEXUMcMwVjk/s400/hgsdhgds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346171756219829362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Después de un año de cambios el lunes termina todo con la presentación de nuestro primer proyecto, basado en las teorías de Freud sobre la mente humana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-4897919822311047660?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4897919822311047660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=4897919822311047660' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4897919822311047660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4897919822311047660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/06/coknit-connect.html' title='Coknit Connect'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SjFq4xW1jHI/AAAAAAAABVQ/pEXUMcMwVjk/s72-c/hgsdhgds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5312019535257065674</id><published>2009-06-04T20:42:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:56:39.888Z</updated><title type='text'>Weird Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sig0gaG8E0I/AAAAAAAABU4/0GiZmMLBeeg/s1600-h/3391874690fa171998bfo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sig0gaG8E0I/AAAAAAAABU4/0GiZmMLBeeg/s400/3391874690fa171998bfo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343578689243976514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Puedo verlos una y otra vez y nunca me cansaré de los desfiles de Alexander Mcqueen, que casi más que desfiles son obras de arte vivas, en movimiento. En este en particular, bautizado como Weird Science, el diseñador, inspirado en la obra de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://balkon.c3.hu/2006/2006_11_12/foto_rebecca/1991_LesAmants.jpg"&gt;Rebeca Horn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, abría el inclausurable debate sobre qué es realmente el arte y qué características convierten a una obra en pieza artística, ¿su creador?, ¿su concepto?, ¿su estética?. Obviamente el desfile no aporta respuestas para ninguna de estas preguntas, pero siempre ha sido más interesante que cada uno tenga sus propias opiniones ¿no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bCShCcD3N0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5bCShCcD3N0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5312019535257065674?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5312019535257065674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5312019535257065674' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5312019535257065674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5312019535257065674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/06/weird-science.html' title='Weird Science'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sig0gaG8E0I/AAAAAAAABU4/0GiZmMLBeeg/s72-c/3391874690fa171998bfo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-9197115408350977113</id><published>2009-05-04T20:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:15:37.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Case Study Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sf9M3YutHiI/AAAAAAAABUI/IZPXoOIoR8E/s1600-h/b-csh21-fotoint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sf9M3YutHiI/AAAAAAAABUI/IZPXoOIoR8E/s400/b-csh21-fotoint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332064998244818466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Las &lt;a href="http://arquitecturamashistoria.blogspot.com/2008/01/delicias-las-case-study-houses-de.html"&gt;Case Study Houses&lt;/a&gt; fueron un proyecto promovido por la revista Arts &amp;amp; Architecture en el que los mejores arquitectos del momento diseñaron y construyeron una serie de casas modelo, con la idea de convertirse en viviendas residenciales, baratas y funcionales para los miles de soldados que regresaban a casa tras las Segunda Guerra Mundial. La mayor parte de los 36 diseños proyectados se construyeron en Los Ángeles y en muchos casos reciclaron material bélico adaptándolo a las nuevas propuestas de la arquitectura moderna. El debate entorno al éxito o fracaso de estas viviendas continua todavía hoy en pie, pero tanto su estética como su fusión e integración con el entorno californiano se anteponen a su dudoso carácter funcional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-9197115408350977113?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/9197115408350977113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=9197115408350977113' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/9197115408350977113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/9197115408350977113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/05/case-study-houses.html' title='Case Study Houses'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sf9M3YutHiI/AAAAAAAABUI/IZPXoOIoR8E/s72-c/b-csh21-fotoint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-1712325942347772399</id><published>2009-04-28T21:52:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:01:22.182Z</updated><title type='text'>Jaime Martínez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brightlightbrightlight.com/"&gt;Jaime Martínez&lt;/a&gt;. Desde México con amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sfd8VEBxR9I/AAAAAAAABTw/dlstatvSrHM/s1600-h/72_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sfd8VEBxR9I/AAAAAAAABTw/dlstatvSrHM/s320/72_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329865385316534226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sfd7cQljXBI/AAAAAAAABTY/Nf-1YAo3bRk/s1600-h/72_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sfd7cQljXBI/AAAAAAAABTY/Nf-1YAo3bRk/s320/72_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329864409435298834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sfd73UXMpmI/AAAAAAAABTg/VQmX0t6wF0M/s1600-h/34_4913170025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sfd73UXMpmI/AAAAAAAABTg/VQmX0t6wF0M/s400/34_4913170025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329864874305300066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-1712325942347772399?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1712325942347772399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=1712325942347772399' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1712325942347772399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1712325942347772399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/04/jaime-martinez.html' title='Jaime Martínez'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/Sfd8VEBxR9I/AAAAAAAABTw/dlstatvSrHM/s72-c/72_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-3316644822042434146</id><published>2009-03-31T21:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:36:24.369Z</updated><title type='text'>My Marilyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SdKMcZMPjCI/AAAAAAAABTI/n_C-_u_zvAE/s1600-h/marilyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SdKMcZMPjCI/AAAAAAAABTI/n_C-_u_zvAE/s400/marilyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319468529304439842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo creo que lo de escribir, lo dejo para otro momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-3316644822042434146?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3316644822042434146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=3316644822042434146' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3316644822042434146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3316644822042434146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-marilyn.html' title='My Marilyn'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SdKMcZMPjCI/AAAAAAAABTI/n_C-_u_zvAE/s72-c/marilyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-3523915382242349168</id><published>2009-02-14T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:47:37.769Z</updated><title type='text'>Nagi Noda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SZdJz-BONsI/AAAAAAAABSw/pCovdrOTRuA/s1600-h/naginoda1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SZdJz-BONsI/AAAAAAAABSw/pCovdrOTRuA/s400/naginoda1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302788243422328514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tocados de pelo por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="www.naginoda.com"&gt;Nagi Noda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-3523915382242349168?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3523915382242349168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=3523915382242349168' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3523915382242349168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3523915382242349168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/02/nagi-noda.html' title='Nagi Noda'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SZdJz-BONsI/AAAAAAAABSw/pCovdrOTRuA/s72-c/naginoda1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-7653463584221170457</id><published>2009-01-18T15:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:36:50.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Belle de Jour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SXNMap89lTI/AAAAAAAABQY/MzjikWkNwz8/s1600-h/Belle_de_jour_i34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SXNMap89lTI/AAAAAAAABQY/MzjikWkNwz8/s400/Belle_de_jour_i34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292658007912322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belle de Jour. Belle de Nuit&lt;/span&gt;. El magnífico juego de palabras utilizado por Joseph Kessel en su novela inspiró a Buñuel para crear la que ha sido su obra más comercial gracias, en parte, a la exitosa idea que supuso convertir a Catherine Deneuve en una "belle de nuit" que vestía de Yves Saint Laurent y caminaba sobre Roger Vivier. La mezcla de realidad y ficción, deseo y trauma y la búsqueda interior de la protagonista, así como la importante labor estilística llevada a cabo, han convertido a Belle de Jour en una película inmortal ante el paso dl tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-7653463584221170457?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7653463584221170457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=7653463584221170457' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7653463584221170457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7653463584221170457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/01/belle-de-jour.html' title='Belle de Jour'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SXNMap89lTI/AAAAAAAABQY/MzjikWkNwz8/s72-c/Belle_de_jour_i34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-6809086837841334174</id><published>2009-01-10T14:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:55:01.006Z</updated><title type='text'>DIY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SWi1EvzRj_I/AAAAAAAABQA/vuurN8DU60w/s1600-h/PopcornBeretPromo1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SWi1EvzRj_I/AAAAAAAABQA/vuurN8DU60w/s400/PopcornBeretPromo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289676855502278642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SWi1Q4fOgEI/AAAAAAAABQI/bNRXGv8PJmA/s1600-h/PopcornBeretPromo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SWi1Q4fOgEI/AAAAAAAABQI/bNRXGv8PJmA/s400/PopcornBeretPromo2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289677063992541250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mis nuevos proyectos de crochet, ¿Verán la luz antes del 2010?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-6809086837841334174?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6809086837841334174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=6809086837841334174' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6809086837841334174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6809086837841334174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/01/diy.html' title='DIY'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SWi1EvzRj_I/AAAAAAAABQA/vuurN8DU60w/s72-c/PopcornBeretPromo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-6579643111073995648</id><published>2009-01-01T21:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:03:29.488Z</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SV0vTgxMIkI/AAAAAAAABP4/xQiWXfqaI8U/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-fashion-designer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SV0vTgxMIkI/AAAAAAAABP4/xQiWXfqaI8U/s400/alexander-mcqueen-fashion-designer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286433549863100994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="float: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The pink sheep of the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, Alexander Mcqueen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-6579643111073995648?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6579643111073995648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=6579643111073995648' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6579643111073995648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6579643111073995648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SV0vTgxMIkI/AAAAAAAABP4/xQiWXfqaI8U/s72-c/alexander-mcqueen-fashion-designer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-3535071112124609661</id><published>2008-12-23T20:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:40:14.847Z</updated><title type='text'>Sandra Backlund</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SVFMfdfbHCI/AAAAAAAABPo/NrThfkHlPik/s1600-h/in_no_time_pic2_photo_ola_bergengren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SVFMfdfbHCI/AAAAAAAABPo/NrThfkHlPik/s400/in_no_time_pic2_photo_ola_bergengren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283087941258386466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me estoy convirtiendo en una loca del punto, siguiendo la estela de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.sandrabacklund.com/index.php"&gt;Sandra Backlund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-3535071112124609661?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3535071112124609661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=3535071112124609661' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3535071112124609661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3535071112124609661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/12/sandra-back.html' title='Sandra Backlund'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SVFMfdfbHCI/AAAAAAAABPo/NrThfkHlPik/s72-c/in_no_time_pic2_photo_ola_bergengren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-4478175620097147561</id><published>2008-12-18T01:00:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:03:54.761Z</updated><title type='text'>Redecorando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SUmhE0BinnI/AAAAAAAABPg/Tk7SZzwdkbU/s1600-h/foundations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SUmhE0BinnI/AAAAAAAABPg/Tk7SZzwdkbU/s400/foundations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280929142125272690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SUmgzx7kryI/AAAAAAAABPQ/cZ6lbhy3izo/s1600-h/thevirginsuicides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SUmgzx7kryI/AAAAAAAABPQ/cZ6lbhy3izo/s400/thevirginsuicides.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280928849505595170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SUmg-4MmWvI/AAAAAAAABPY/lwp4kDxhWio/s1600-h/velvet+goldmine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SUmg-4MmWvI/AAAAAAAABPY/lwp4kDxhWio/s400/velvet+goldmine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280929040166181618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Redecorando y sin tiempo para escribir, ni siquiera para pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-4478175620097147561?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4478175620097147561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=4478175620097147561' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4478175620097147561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4478175620097147561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/12/redecorando.html' title='Redecorando'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SUmhE0BinnI/AAAAAAAABPg/Tk7SZzwdkbU/s72-c/foundations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-6441962660653686646</id><published>2008-11-24T19:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:45:16.554Z</updated><title type='text'>Zoe Bradley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSsEBH0fIlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/yvf3BU_2nYU/s1600-h/Imagen+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSsEBH0fIlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/yvf3BU_2nYU/s400/Imagen+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272312206092870226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSsD0nk4WmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/QR5kDub59Rw/s1600-h/Imagen+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSsD0nk4WmI/AAAAAAAAA5I/QR5kDub59Rw/s400/Imagen+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272311991279049314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSsDtOSA_YI/AAAAAAAAA5A/S1rzZMbqZMY/s1600-h/Imagen+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSsDtOSA_YI/AAAAAAAAA5A/S1rzZMbqZMY/s400/Imagen+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272311864229952898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;El arte de la papiroflexia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.zoebradley.com/home.html"&gt;Zoe Bradley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-6441962660653686646?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6441962660653686646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=6441962660653686646' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6441962660653686646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6441962660653686646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/11/zoe-bradley.html' title='Zoe Bradley'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSsEBH0fIlI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/yvf3BU_2nYU/s72-c/Imagen+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-6445501553905074651</id><published>2008-11-18T19:14:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:27:40.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Marcus Palmqvist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSMUuDHq_fI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/FtcjKGtD1oo/s1600-h/bon5Layer1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSMUuDHq_fI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/FtcjKGtD1oo/s400/bon5Layer1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270078770297634290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.marcuspalmqvist.com/"&gt;Marcus Palmqvist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Me estoy enamorando de los suecos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-6445501553905074651?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6445501553905074651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=6445501553905074651' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6445501553905074651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6445501553905074651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/11/marcua-palmqvist.html' title='Marcus Palmqvist'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSMUuDHq_fI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/FtcjKGtD1oo/s72-c/bon5Layer1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5374679948758670775</id><published>2008-11-16T22:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:04:24.564Z</updated><title type='text'>Lykke Li</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSCY0m8g2QI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/m5QMvxopIx8/s1600-h/lykke_li.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSCY0m8g2QI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/m5QMvxopIx8/s400/lykke_li.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269379593598458114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De retiro espiritual con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=45075548"&gt;Lykke Li&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, pero ya de vuelta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5374679948758670775?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5374679948758670775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5374679948758670775' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5374679948758670775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5374679948758670775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/11/lykke-li.html' title='Lykke Li'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SSCY0m8g2QI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/m5QMvxopIx8/s72-c/lykke_li.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-6595130533865358213</id><published>2008-10-08T10:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:50:04.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Milano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poco que reseñar ...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SOyP4x2RgKI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_Nj7NkuZFrU/s1600-h/milano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SOyP4x2RgKI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_Nj7NkuZFrU/s400/milano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254733070850949282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SOyQPB7sUZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zNThS9oL6tI/s1600-h/Alberta+Ferreti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SOyQPB7sUZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zNThS9oL6tI/s400/Alberta+Ferreti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254733453125767570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SOyOTg-jeGI/AAAAAAAAA34/VJlRjDXwRUc/s1600-h/Pollini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SOyOTg-jeGI/AAAAAAAAA34/VJlRjDXwRUc/s400/Pollini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254731331155490914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-6595130533865358213?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6595130533865358213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=6595130533865358213' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6595130533865358213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6595130533865358213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/10/milano.html' title='Milano'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SOyP4x2RgKI/AAAAAAAAA4A/_Nj7NkuZFrU/s72-c/milano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-477309466952696946</id><published>2008-09-24T14:33:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:20:09.083Z</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Con un poco de retraso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpZ4ZkOdRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/SelpzYXWzxA/s1600-h/london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpZ4ZkOdRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/SelpzYXWzxA/s400/london.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249607141124109586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpYmFgUGNI/AAAAAAAAA3g/o79L3vHUKbY/s1600-h/luella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpYmFgUGNI/AAAAAAAAA3g/o79L3vHUKbY/s400/luella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249605726989719762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpYd-gJviI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0AoEIsXHP0A/s1600-h/giles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpYd-gJviI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/0AoEIsXHP0A/s400/giles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249605587671039522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpYUCtz4bI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/a6QVBbqFnvw/s1600-h/christopher+kane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpYUCtz4bI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/a6QVBbqFnvw/s400/christopher+kane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249605417003377074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpYKSf5ZVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nj6-5GlILJ4/s1600-h/canastase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpYKSf5ZVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/nj6-5GlILJ4/s400/canastase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249605249441293650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(click para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-477309466952696946?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/477309466952696946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=477309466952696946' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/477309466952696946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/477309466952696946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/09/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SNpZ4ZkOdRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/SelpzYXWzxA/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5248848265363021336</id><published>2008-09-16T14:08:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:34:55.289Z</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM_CxPCm3rI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6Yno3WobbEg/s1600-h/newyork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM_CxPCm3rI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6Yno3WobbEg/s400/newyork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246626242016763570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM-_BI2QG5I/AAAAAAAAA24/9cEBvGYzkPQ/s1600-h/PREEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM-_BI2QG5I/AAAAAAAAA24/9cEBvGYzkPQ/s400/PREEN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246622117185723282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM--3MZhmHI/AAAAAAAAA2w/r0xmzSiyQ-E/s1600-h/malandrino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM--3MZhmHI/AAAAAAAAA2w/r0xmzSiyQ-E/s400/malandrino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246621946340284530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM--swYiZMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/XsbbmQHuu6E/s1600-h/Koi+Suwannagate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM--swYiZMI/AAAAAAAAA2o/XsbbmQHuu6E/s400/Koi+Suwannagate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246621767021257922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM--JKswhUI/AAAAAAAAA2g/50WURNLWCic/s1600-h/erin+fetherston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM--JKswhUI/AAAAAAAAA2g/50WURNLWCic/s400/erin+fetherston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246621155610101058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(click para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5248848265363021336?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5248848265363021336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5248848265363021336' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5248848265363021336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5248848265363021336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SM_CxPCm3rI/AAAAAAAAA3A/6Yno3WobbEg/s72-c/newyork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-1845350390323334563</id><published>2008-09-09T20:34:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:55:10.434Z</updated><title type='text'>Don´t let me be misunderstood, difficult, deadpan and wonderfully different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Las jóvenes más siniestras e incomprendidas del celuloide por &lt;a href="http://www.bildmekanik.se/"&gt;Jonas Löfgren Bildmekanik&lt;/a&gt; en el último (oscuro) número de Lula que ya tengo entre mis manos!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SMbhGuVTNKI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TrdSjIR_hoM/s1600-h/IMG_0885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SMbhGuVTNKI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TrdSjIR_hoM/s400/IMG_0885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244126321752356002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SMbhllSsaxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/1a4erKu8mEA/s1600-h/IMG_0886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SMbhllSsaxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/1a4erKu8mEA/s400/IMG_0886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244126851901451026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-1845350390323334563?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1845350390323334563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=1845350390323334563' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1845350390323334563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1845350390323334563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-let-me-be-misunderstood-difficult.html' title='Don´t let me be misunderstood, difficult, deadpan and wonderfully different'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SMbhGuVTNKI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/TrdSjIR_hoM/s72-c/IMG_0885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5957475436802020695</id><published>2008-08-26T12:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:26:48.388Z</updated><title type='text'>Material Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/7673/mgcoverdn5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece ser que  lo naïf, inocente, aniñado y dulce, encarnado en musas tan dispares y afines a la vez como Sofía Coppola, Lolita o Kirsten Dunst está más de moda que nunca. Si este nuevo way of life ya fue recogido de una forma anticipada por la inglesa Lula magazine es en este caso la austriaca &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=257960010"&gt;Material Girl&lt;/a&gt; la que toma el relevo.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/9518/mg01ns2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://img530.imageshack.us/img530/8498/mg02qq1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La publicación nace como hermana pequeña de la también austriaca Indie, que durante unos años lleva imponiendo tendencias entre los jóvenes de la vieja Europa. Con apenas tres números en el mercado parece que va consolidándose como revista de culto entre los fervientes seguidores de esta tendencia. Puede que al echar un rápido vistazo a sus páginas lleguen a nuestra memoria reminiscencias y semejanzas con la inglesa Lula. Las comparaciones son más que obvias. Pero a decir verdad, yo prefiero saciarme de ver lo mismo que cansarme de pasar páginas y páginas de publi-reportajes, artículos calcados de ediciones extranjeras o editoriales de moda sin sustancia.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://img365.imageshack.us/img365/6570/mg03hq4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/159/49497p1000581123543lock5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aunque, tal vez las similitudes lleguen a su fin pronto, ya que la Lula de otoño viene más oscura que nunca. (y con Georgia Frost!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img262.imageshack.us/img262/3564/lula7gd8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/927/24452888pq4da6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5957475436802020695?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5957475436802020695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5957475436802020695' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5957475436802020695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5957475436802020695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/material-girl.html' title='Material Girl'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-3618974283221121779</id><published>2008-08-20T14:54:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:28:39.428Z</updated><title type='text'>Corinne, Kate y el grunge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/6739/katesflat470x353um5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Vogue UK, 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siempre he pensado que la Kate Moss actual está más que sobrevalorada. Alrededor de su innegable estilo innato y predisposición a ser plagiada por millones de adolescentes de personalidad indefinida se ha creado un personaje, una heroína ficti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que vive en un mundo de estupefacientes, moda y rock and roll. Puede que este sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (o haya sido) el mejor momento en su carrera ya que, ha sabido resurgir de sus propias ceniza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s y su presencia mediática es evidente en cada rincón del planeta. Sin embargo y bajo mi p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ersonal punto de vista prefiero quedarme con sus inicios, en los que no era más que una modelo b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ajita, plana y delgaducha que a duras penas resaltaba sobre el resto de tops altivas y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; espigadas que pusieron cara a los hoy resucitados años 90.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/7452/katecorinne01oa7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The Face, 1990&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El despegue de la carrera de la Moss tiene sin lugar a dudas nombre y apellidos: Corinne Day, y profesión: fotógrafa. Tras la época plagada de excesos y pecados estilísticos de los 80 a principios de la nueva década unas fotografías en blanco y negro en las que una jovencísima Kate parecía no posar para el foco, sino simplemente divertirse, marcaron el in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;icio de una época y supusieron el nacimiento de uno de los iconos de la moda más influyentes de todos los tiempos. Tras la cámara Corinne consiguió crear una perfecta mezcla homogénea entre su propio estilo, la atípica belleza de Kate y los sentimientos más profun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de ambas en ese instante.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/8659/corinnekate03dx9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/6176/ggglh6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estas imágenes lograron crear una nueva tendencia en la fotografía d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e moda, encarnada en modelos descuidadas a las que se llegó a catalogar de “yonkis”, con escaso maquillaje y todavía menos ropa, retratadas en ambientes cotidianos y naturales y en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;los que la historia que precedía a la instantánea y la estrecha relación modelo-fotógrafo importaba casi más que la propia imagen. El grunge, tan amado y odiado a partes iguales hoy en día, finalmente, había llegado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/461/corinnekate02rp3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Vogue UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-3618974283221121779?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3618974283221121779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=3618974283221121779' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3618974283221121779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3618974283221121779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/08/corinne-kate-y-el-grunge.html' title='Corinne, Kate y el grunge'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5979333624833905713</id><published>2008-07-13T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:43.865Z</updated><title type='text'>Los Cuatro Magníficos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hace unos días con motivo de la muerte de Yves Saint Laurent, leía en un reportaje dedicado a su memoria una curiosa frase de su amante, amigo y mecenas, Pierre Bergé, en la que hacía una extraña comparación entre la moda de hace unos años y la de ahora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SHkWyIV80GI/AAAAAAAAA1g/SL7X8bz9Vok/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SHkWyIV80GI/AAAAAAAAA1g/SL7X8bz9Vok/s400/quote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222230293401620578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siguiendo una trayectoria, más o menos fiel a sus orígenes, estas cuatro grandes casas de moda han ido evolucionando a lo largo de los años. No cabe duda que, tal y como Bergé afirma, no son lo que eran, pero siguen conservando un lugar preferente en el escaparate mundial de la moda. Saint Laurent fue el último en comprobar en persona cómo había crecido y cambiado su&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; maison&lt;/span&gt; desde el día que decidió fundarla hasta la actualidad. Con su muerte se cerró el ciclo y ninguno de esos cuatro grandes genios podrá echarse las manos a la cabeza (o no?) al descubrir lo que las jóvenes (y no tan jóvenes) promesas del diseño han hecho con su legado. Karl Lagerfeld, Nicholas Ghesquiere, John Galliano y Stefano Pilati tienen en sus manos el destino del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img515.imageshack.us/img515/5642/ysl2xi9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/7019/chanel2pb3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/3931/dior2ic8.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/3617/balenciaga2sn4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5979333624833905713?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5979333624833905713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5979333624833905713' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5979333624833905713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5979333624833905713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/07/los-cuatro-magnficos_13.html' title='Los Cuatro Magníficos'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SHkWyIV80GI/AAAAAAAAA1g/SL7X8bz9Vok/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5799796751625137956</id><published>2008-06-26T20:25:00.021Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:44.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Sharon Tate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQBD1m8duI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/uV1X_PWftec/s1600-h/Sharon%2BTate_1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQBD1m8duI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/uV1X_PWftec/s400/Sharon%2BTate_1_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216295433843537634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cumpliría los 65 este mismo año si hace casi 40 no hubiera tenido lugar la tragedia acontecida en su mansión californiana. Sharon Tate pasará a la historia s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;iendo recordada por el tétrico suceso que le arrebató la vida, el sangriento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;crimen per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;petr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o por Manson y su "familia" cuando la jóven promesa del mundo del cine sólo contaba con 26 años y se encontraba a escasas semanas de dar a luz al que hubiera sido su primer hijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQGBtUQ9UI/AAAAAAAAA04/c7lDsse430I/s1600-h/dadew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQGBtUQ9UI/AAAAAAAAA04/c7lDsse430I/s400/dadew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216300894816105794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQDcniymCI/AAAAAAAAA0I/JG73hTVW1kw/s1600-h/848388832_bedb0cf365_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQDcniymCI/AAAAAAAAA0I/JG73hTVW1kw/s400/848388832_bedb0cf365_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216298058588002338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sharon nació en Dallas, aunque pasó su infancia viajando por el país, debido a la itinerante pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ofesión de su progenitor. Inició su carrera en Ital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ia, donde fue galardonada con varios premios de belleza. Saltó a la fama gracias a diversos anuncios televisivos, y pron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to fue señalada por la gran industria hollywoodiense como una de las actrices con mayor proyección de su generación. Sin embargo Roman Polanski no tenía de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;masias confianzas depositadas en ella, y en un primer momento la rechazó para el papel de Sara en &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El baile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de los vampiros&lt;/span&gt;. Pero Sharon no se dio por vencida y finalmente logró el papel y además se llevó el corazón de Polanski, con el que se casaría al año siguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;te.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQEa3qMlVI/AAAAAAAAA0o/p7QiIqRZvFc/s1600-h/attachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQEa3qMlVI/AAAAAAAAA0o/p7QiIqRZvFc/s400/attachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216299128065922386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este matrimonio y la dulce espera de su primer hijo, así como la carrera de Sharon se vieron truncadas la noche del 9 de Agosto de 1969. Mientras Polanski se encontraba en Londres por motivos de trabajo, Sharon disfrutaba de una reunión de amigos en su casa d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e California. Pero Charles Manson y sus seguidores irrumpieron esta calma aparente y asesinaron de una forma brutal y sangrienta a todos los que se encontraban en la casa en ese momento. Las razones de esta violencia desatada nunca llegaron a aclararse y todavía hoy la secta formada por Manson y los motivos de sus actuaciones continúan conformando una incógnita. Si Sharon no hubiese muerto aquella fatídica noche, sería, con total seguridad, uno de los iconos vivientes de aquella época.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQA3g93UmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/P_Fu6nMOfMw/s1600-h/prv_aci_glo_0636547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQA3g93UmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/P_Fu6nMOfMw/s400/prv_aci_glo_0636547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216295222144094818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5799796751625137956?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5799796751625137956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5799796751625137956' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5799796751625137956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5799796751625137956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/06/sharon-tate.html' title='Sharon Tate'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SGQBD1m8duI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/uV1X_PWftec/s72-c/Sharon%2BTate_1_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-7573541399356216957</id><published>2008-06-16T13:38:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:46.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny Twiggy Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZv79_MDWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/J3zQvpVDJRw/s1600-h/A4DD90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZv79_MDWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/J3zQvpVDJRw/s400/A4DD90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212476694770486626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cortarse el pelo y celebrar una fiesta temática de los 60 en la misma semana es la excusa perfecta para pasarse el día viendo fotos de Twiggy en busca de inspiración. Y entre tanto eyeliner, minifaldas, pestañas postizas y accesorios poperos he encontrado v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;erdaderas joyas como estas. ¿Twiggy con el pelo largo y pelirrojo? ¿Twiggy transformada en caballero de época? Sí, ciertamente es ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZu0Oh2J-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/2HqMW5xcn-k/s1600-h/twiggy04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZu0Oh2J-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/2HqMW5xcn-k/s400/twiggy04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212475462260238306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZujdOvtLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/xAC0fkVYTpo/s1600-h/tw22c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZujdOvtLI/AAAAAAAAAyI/xAC0fkVYTpo/s400/tw22c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212475174148879538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZuu60pKOI/AAAAAAAAAyY/W_URnpingSg/s1600-h/twiggy03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZuu60pKOI/AAAAAAAAAyY/W_URnpingSg/s400/twiggy03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212475371071023330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZucfNm2zI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4DeV2KNCOBA/s1600-h/twiggy01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZucfNm2zI/AAAAAAAAAyA/4DeV2KNCOBA/s400/twiggy01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212475054421891890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZupmD0-1I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cliBAy8fQxQ/s1600-h/twiggy02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZupmD0-1I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cliBAy8fQxQ/s400/twiggy02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212475279598222162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-7573541399356216957?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7573541399356216957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=7573541399356216957' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7573541399356216957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7573541399356216957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-twiggy-pictures.html' title='Funny Twiggy Pictures'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFZv79_MDWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/J3zQvpVDJRw/s72-c/A4DD90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5017842089703051581</id><published>2008-06-15T13:43:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:47.884Z</updated><title type='text'>Taki Bibelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFUks-hRBFI/AAAAAAAAAxo/PknD-eUoUsU/s1600-h/Imagen+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFUks-hRBFI/AAAAAAAAAxo/PknD-eUoUsU/s400/Imagen+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212112498866586706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Descubrí a &lt;a href="http://www.takibibelas.com/"&gt;Taki Bibelas&lt;/a&gt; gracias a las fantásticas fotos que realizó a Lou Doillon y Valentine Fillol Cordier para la versión francesa de Playboy, que como ya se sabe, nada que ver con su homónima americana. En Francia todo es más chic, refinado y decadente. Y f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ue, en parte, ese aire decadente y sensual que adorna todas las fotografías de este artista griego de nacimiento pero asentado en la capital francesa desde hace unos cuantos años, el que consigue aportar a su trabajo un toque característico y diferenciador frente al resto. Ha trabajado para publicaciones tan variadas como Oyster, Sleek, Vogue H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ommes International o Vanity Fair, pero también se ha dedicado a fotografiar sus dos grandes pasiones: el surf y la fórmula uno. Eso sí, siempre bajo el particular encanto dramático que parece apoderarse de su cámara fotográfica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFUkZUU_ZXI/AAAAAAAAAxg/smjNhP531K4/s1600-h/Imagen+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFUkZUU_ZXI/AAAAAAAAAxg/smjNhP531K4/s400/Imagen+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212112161123296626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFUmwpnn6-I/AAAAAAAAAxw/uD1H3bDg8Ck/s1600-h/Imagen+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFUgaWRcyqI/AAAAAAAAAxA/5Q0j8yOlea0/s400/tb34rq2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212107780778674850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;VALENTINE FILLOL CORDIER para PLAYBOY FRANCIA&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFUfaZ--EDI/AAAAAAAAAwo/RltDelETPZU/s1600-h/tb28ms8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFUfaZ--EDI/AAAAAAAAAwo/RltDelETPZU/s400/tb28ms8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212106682263277618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DAFT PUNK para NYLON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5017842089703051581?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5017842089703051581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5017842089703051581' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5017842089703051581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5017842089703051581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/06/taki-bibelas.html' title='Taki Bibelas'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SFUks-hRBFI/AAAAAAAAAxo/PknD-eUoUsU/s72-c/Imagen+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-6302110404493338184</id><published>2008-06-10T14:49:00.013Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:49.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Margot Tenenbaum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pesar de mi recelo para consagrar a Gwyneth Paltrow como una de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;las actrices más destacadas de su generación, uno de mis personajes femeninos de ficción favoritos es interpretado por ella:  Margot Tenenbaum, la hija adoptada en los Tenenbaums de Wes Anderson. No sólo a nivel estético, con su característico abrigo de piel, su corte de pelo y su marcado eyeliner, sino también a nive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;l personal, construye un personaje especial, característico, que ha sido imitado posteriormente en numerosas ocasiones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Niña precoz, fumadora empedernida desde los 12 años, sentimentalmente inestable, dramaturga adolescente de éxito pero condenada al fracaso en la edad adulta, adoptada por una familia de excéntricos, sarcástica y refinada, prefiere pasar horas metida en la bañera viendo la televisión a estar con su marid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o, ya que desde niña está profundamente enamorada de su hermano Richie. Esa es Margot&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YHqY96GI/AAAAAAAAAvI/N2gIIndLHTE/s1600-h/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YHqY96GI/AAAAAAAAAvI/N2gIIndLHTE/s400/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269076319758434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YWKVbMAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/EqE0Vo7KnJY/s1600-h/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YWKVbMAI/AAAAAAAAAvY/EqE0Vo7KnJY/s400/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269325413003266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YmPw6Q4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/h0HpWqVntzc/s1600-h/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YmPw6Q4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/h0HpWqVntzc/s400/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269601748370306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6Ydi3Mu4I/AAAAAAAAAvg/scYGUetMF-o/s400/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269452256197506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6Ydi3Mu4I/AAAAAAAAAvg/scYGUetMF-o/s1600-h/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_182.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YOyQ_CwI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-bLe1tGrOZc/s1600-h/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YOyQ_CwI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-bLe1tGrOZc/s400/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269198692846338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YvxyMlNI/AAAAAAAAAvw/i5tZtwNgcBs/s1600-h/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YvxyMlNI/AAAAAAAAAvw/i5tZtwNgcBs/s400/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210269765499393234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6Zj8i9OiI/AAAAAAAAAwA/J9zQ8NMaet4/s1600-h/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6Zj8i9OiI/AAAAAAAAAwA/J9zQ8NMaet4/s400/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210270661741460002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-6302110404493338184?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6302110404493338184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=6302110404493338184' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6302110404493338184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6302110404493338184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/06/margot-tenenbaum.html' title='Margot Tenenbaum'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SE6YHqY96GI/AAAAAAAAAvI/N2gIIndLHTE/s72-c/The_Royal_Tenenbaums_042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-2824987497617481836</id><published>2008-06-04T20:28:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:50.357Z</updated><title type='text'>Vámonos de Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SEcJfugcisI/AAAAAAAAAuw/NZwNS2kKKgs/s1600-h/stella01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SEcJfugcisI/AAAAAAAAAuw/NZwNS2kKKgs/s400/stella01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208141934741981890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Las colecciones resort o crucero se han convertido de un tiempo a esta parte en un oasis en el abismal tiempo de espera entre febrero y septiembre. La escusa de adelantar al público el espíritu de la próxima colección está muy vista, y lo que ahora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;realmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; se busca  es vender y, sobre todo, tratar de no aburrir a los clientes más exigentes. De las que se han presentado, hasta el momento, me quedo sin dudarlo con la propuesta de &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/collections/2009RST/complete/thumb/SMCCARTN"&gt;Stella McCartney&lt;/a&gt;. Me ha encantado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;la idea de dejar de lado las aburridas fotos sobre fondo blanco y organizar un picnic en pleno corazón de Nueva York, en el que las modelos se paseaban tranquilamente entre los asistentes, jugando de una manera inocente con sus divertidas piruletas, charlando animadamente en una esquina o disfrutando de su benjamín de Moët. Y aunque no suelo ser muy fan de sus colecciones desde que abandonara la dirección creativa de Chloé, esta mini-presentación se merece un diez (en especial por los monos). Esto sí que es un verdadero oasis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SEcJOugcirI/AAAAAAAAAuo/H0_UGbf96TQ/s1600-h/Stella+resort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SEcJOugcirI/AAAAAAAAAuo/H0_UGbf96TQ/s400/Stella+resort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208141642684205746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y si hace unos días hablaba de los corazones y posteriormente de Yves Saint Laurent, Marc Jacobs une todo en uno en su &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/collections/2009RST/complete/thumb/MJACOBS"&gt;colección resort&lt;/a&gt;, plagada de referencias al maestro y en la que evidentemente no podía faltar el símbolo fetiche del amor universal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SEcIT-gcipI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3S_sVDkt_38/s1600-h/marcjacobs+resort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SEcIT-gcipI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3S_sVDkt_38/s400/marcjacobs+resort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208140633366891154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-2824987497617481836?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2824987497617481836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=2824987497617481836' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/2824987497617481836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/2824987497617481836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/06/vmonos-de-picnic.html' title='Vámonos de Picnic'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SEcJfugcisI/AAAAAAAAAuw/NZwNS2kKKgs/s72-c/stella01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-3675013810728806103</id><published>2008-06-02T18:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:51.409Z</updated><title type='text'>Yves Saint Laurent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SEQ69egcilI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UWCJCsqVd_s/s1600-h/label.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SEQ69egcilI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UWCJCsqVd_s/s400/label.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207351896982719058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me hace mucha gracia que alguien tenga que morir para que de pronto aparezcan de debajo de las piedras miles de personas que le adoraban o consideraban un genio, y se toman la molestia de dedicarle un pequeño homenaje . Yves Saint Laurent dejó de diseñar (lamentablemente) para su maison homónima en el año 2002 y a partir de ahi fue sustituido por un malogrado Tom Ford y un restructurador Stefano Pilati. A este último pertenece la autoría de la campaña primavera verano, plagada de logos y telas deportivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, y plasmada en una exhuberante Kate Moss reencarnada de sus cenizas.  El único vínculo de conexión que existe entre esta campaña y la memoria del creador hoy tristemente fallecido, a parte del evidente nombre de marca, es la obsesión del italiano por las estrellas, que aparecen en multitud de ocasiones a lo largo del desfile. Mr. Saint Laurent era tan supersticioso que nunca salía de casa sin una de ellas en el bolsillo. &lt;a href="http://img.trendencias.com/2007/12/yslmoss02.jpg"&gt;Kate ahora las lleva al cuello&lt;/a&gt;. Qué triste es la ignorancia o querer saber de lo que no se comprende.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SERBWugcimI/AAAAAAAAAuA/x41ZHxyIiC4/s1600-h/x047ok1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SERBWugcimI/AAAAAAAAAuA/x41ZHxyIiC4/s400/x047ok1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207358927844182626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-3675013810728806103?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3675013810728806103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=3675013810728806103' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3675013810728806103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3675013810728806103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/06/yves-saint-laurent.html' title='Yves Saint Laurent'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SEQ69egcilI/AAAAAAAAAt4/UWCJCsqVd_s/s72-c/label.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-8393904278860883874</id><published>2008-05-30T23:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:52.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SECINugcikI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IyD1bpyhkxU/s1600-h/EternalSunshine01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SECINugcikI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IyD1bpyhkxU/s400/EternalSunshine01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206310938644089410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SECIE-gcijI/AAAAAAAAAto/JBglgpoKbiw/s1600-h/EternalSunshine02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SECIE-gcijI/AAAAAAAAAto/JBglgpoKbiw/s400/EternalSunshine02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206310788320234034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SECH3-gciiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XQR8RBKA_bg/s1600-h/EternalSunshine03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SECH3-gciiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XQR8RBKA_bg/s400/EternalSunshine03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206310564981934626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Es imposible resumir en 27 fotogramas lo que se siente al perder tus recuerdos. Cuantas veces habremos pensado eso de "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ojalá pudiera borrarlo de mi cabeza&lt;/span&gt;". Existen experiencias y, sobre todo, malas experiencias que desearíamos eliminar para siempre de nuestras memorias, pero en realidad nada puede habernos hecho tanto daño como para que queramos olvidarlo para siempre. Esa sensación de dolor es muchas veces menos dañina que la de aferrarte a algo que sabes que vas a perder, aunque quieras, aunque no quieras. Ya dije que en 27 fotogramas es imposible resumirlo pero Michael Gondry y Charly Kaufman lo consiguieron en algo más de hora y media. No pude tener mejor regalo de cumpleaños en 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-8393904278860883874?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8393904278860883874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=8393904278860883874' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/8393904278860883874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/8393904278860883874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SECINugcikI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IyD1bpyhkxU/s72-c/EternalSunshine01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-7919800434775947310</id><published>2008-05-26T14:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:43:54.813Z</updated><title type='text'>From people's heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/4150/heartbq0.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-7919800434775947310?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7919800434775947310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=7919800434775947310' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7919800434775947310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7919800434775947310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-peoples-heart.html' title='From people&apos;s heart'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-4712855056841746762</id><published>2008-05-18T20:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:52.747Z</updated><title type='text'>Veruschka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SDCIvX71tOI/AAAAAAAAAsw/JQ3jNQxdmd8/s1600-h/04431_l_66a38e6a9a26885080cb9f838ed49557_122_108lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SDCIvX71tOI/AAAAAAAAAsw/JQ3jNQxdmd8/s400/04431_l_66a38e6a9a26885080cb9f838ed49557_122_108lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201807917073151202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La primera supermodelo de la historia, la primera en atreverse a visitar a todos los grandes fotógrafos y soltarle al mismísimo Irving Penn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'I am Veruschka who comes from the border between Russia, Germany and Poland. I'd like to see what you can do with my face'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pasó de vivir entre los algodones de la clase alta Prusiana a esconder sus hueso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s en un campo de concentración para más tarde convertirse en la reina de Manhattan. Miti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ficó a Yves Saint Lauren como creador de la sahariana y se metió al público masculino en el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lsillo gracias a su insignificante pero intenso papel en Blow Up. Fue la primera en dignificar su trabajo, sin cortarse un pelo a la hora de opinar sobre vestuario, maquillaje o peinad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o. Se reinventó a sí misma y todavía hoy, cerca de los 70 años de edad, lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigue haciendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SDCKPH71tQI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HnwYpjoZkyk/s1600-h/v1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SDCKPH71tQI/AAAAAAAAAtA/HnwYpjoZkyk/s400/v1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201809562045625602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SDCI-H71tPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/hrlUL6KbPbA/s1600-h/verushka9zemz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SDCI-H71tPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/hrlUL6KbPbA/s400/verushka9zemz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201808170476221682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SDCKeX71tRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/xqtPfnzY6pc/s1600-h/v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SDCKeX71tRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/xqtPfnzY6pc/s400/v2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201809824038630674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-4712855056841746762?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4712855056841746762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=4712855056841746762' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4712855056841746762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4712855056841746762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/veruschka.html' title='Veruschka'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SDCIvX71tOI/AAAAAAAAAsw/JQ3jNQxdmd8/s72-c/04431_l_66a38e6a9a26885080cb9f838ed49557_122_108lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-2654868735614374898</id><published>2008-05-13T13:46:00.017Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:54.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Elza Jo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.elzajo.com/index.php"&gt;Elza Jo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, fotógrafa y artista neerlandesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmgL371tCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Ense4jpXCgE/s1600-h/elza+jo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmgL371tCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Ense4jpXCgE/s400/elza+jo+34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199863370629887010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCme2n71s8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/T6paVBStpcA/s1600-h/elza+jo+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCme2n71s8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/T6paVBStpcA/s400/elza+jo+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199861906046038978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmdVn71s1I/AAAAAAAAApo/WsIel3-x804/s1600-h/elza+jo+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmdVn71s1I/AAAAAAAAApo/WsIel3-x804/s400/elza+jo+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199860239598728018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmfLH71s-I/AAAAAAAAAqw/luTmw_4Bk38/s1600-h/elza+jo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmfLH71s-I/AAAAAAAAAqw/luTmw_4Bk38/s400/elza+jo+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199862258233357282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmfb371s_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/qT0fh4pSJnM/s1600-h/elza+jo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmfb371s_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/qT0fh4pSJnM/s400/elza+jo+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199862545996166130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmfA371s9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nhu7nRdzJRo/s1600-h/elza+jo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmfA371s9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/nhu7nRdzJRo/s400/elza+jo+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199862082139698130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmesH71s7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/GXD6Bj7RIw4/s1600-h/elza+jo+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmesH71s7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/GXD6Bj7RIw4/s400/elza+jo+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199861725657412530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmdv371s3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/B4fnjUN73U8/s1600-h/elza+jo+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmdv371s3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/B4fnjUN73U8/s400/elza+jo+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199860690570294130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmd6H71s4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/dPUNhx01N_Q/s1600-h/elza+jo+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmd6H71s4I/AAAAAAAAAqA/dPUNhx01N_Q/s400/elza+jo+06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199860866663953282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-2654868735614374898?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2654868735614374898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=2654868735614374898' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/2654868735614374898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/2654868735614374898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/elza-jo.html' title='Elza Jo'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SCmgL371tCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Ense4jpXCgE/s72-c/elza+jo+34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-2375416093663357818</id><published>2008-05-04T20:53:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:55.249Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm with the band now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoy en día no existen las groupies, desaparecieron al mismo tiempo que lo hacían las estrellas de rock. Pero sí hay un pequeño grupo de it girls bastante aficionadas a incluir entre sus compañeros de cama a famosos músicos o cantantes, aunque no siempre con final feliz.  Estas son algunas de las chicas que de forma inconsciente o no, llevan el alma groupie de los sesenta en su sangre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kate Moss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SB8KoL2Wn5I/AAAAAAAAApg/wJQfvAj8LmA/s1600-h/kate+moss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SB8KoL2Wn5I/AAAAAAAAApg/wJQfvAj8LmA/s400/kate+moss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196884180500651922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kate encarna el típico estereotipo de famosa modelo que va pasando de cama en cama entre las estrellas de rock. A pesar de haber salido en el pasado con componentes de bandas de rock (como Bobby Gillespie de Primal Scream o Evan Dando de Lemonheads) e incluso tener entre sus conquistas a Jesse Wodd, hijo del rolling stone John Wood; es ahora cuando parece que Kate le ha cogido el gusto al mundo de la música. Recién terminada su escabrosa relación de amor-odio con Pete Doherty encontró el consuelo en los brazos de Jamie Hince, de The Kills. Se dice que este último es más tranquilo, sensato y cuerdo que el primero, pero tiempo al tiempo: tal vez la que pierda los estribos sea ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mischa Barton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SB4jN72Wn4I/AAAAAAAAApY/fcgowr7uonU/s1600-h/mischa+barton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SB4jN72Wn4I/AAAAAAAAApY/fcgowr7uonU/s400/mischa+barton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196629742343069570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pesar de esforzarse por mantener una imagen de niña modelo, alejada de las fiestas, las drogas y la turbulenta vida hollywoodiense, Mischa no puede evitar enamorarse de los chicos equivocados. Seguidora declarada del estilo de Anita Pallenberg, parece que la chica OC no aprende de sus errores y ha vuelto a encontrar el amor en los brazos de otro músico, en este caso Taylor Locke, guitarra de Rooney. Esperemos que su ruptura no sea tan sonada como la que vivió con Cisco Adler, que tuvo lugar en una concurrida terraza de Malibú. Y por su propia estabilidad mental que esta vez la causante de la separación no sea una foto del susodicho en paños menores circulando por la red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Kirsten Dunst&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SB4i_L2Wn3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/3Ydv5OMRNLQ/s1600-h/kirstend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SB4i_L2Wn3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/3Ydv5OMRNLQ/s400/kirstend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196629488939999090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Es cierto que Kirsten es conocida mundialmente por su carrera profesional y no por sus conquistas sentimentales, a las que supera en fama en la mayoría de las ocasiones. Pero sus constantes entradas y salidas en rehab y su gusto por los músicos (y no en el sentido estricto) la convierten en una groupie del siglo XXI. Su relación con el vocalista de Razorlight, Johnny Borrel, encabezó una lista de conquistas que en tiempos pasado hubieran protagonizado sus compañeros de reparto. Tras su ruptura se habló de una más que posible relación con Fabrizio Moretti, batería de los Strokes, pero según las propias palabras del cantante: Kirsten sólo buscaba sexo y el aún seguía enamorado de Drew Barrymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alexa Chung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SB4ivb2Wn2I/AAAAAAAAApI/xnaKIhBYOsQ/s1600-h/alexach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SB4ivb2Wn2I/AAAAAAAAApI/xnaKIhBYOsQ/s400/alexach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196629218357059426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alexa bien podría convertirse en la Pattie Boyd actual, ya que, hoy por hoy, es el más reconocido ejemplo de groupie británica. Ha sabido aprovechar a la perfección su papel como presentadora de la MTV no solo para ganarse el título de it girl por sus estilismos, sino para encontrar el amor no en uno, sino en dos de los jóvenes talentos de la música británica. Por un lado James Righton, vocalista y bajo de The Klaxons, al que conoció como no podía ser de otra manera: entrevistándole!. Y su última conquista es Alex Turner, de Arctic Monkeys, al que ya se ha encargado de demostrar su amor vomitándole encima en la última edición de los NME Awards. Y corre el rumor de que Faris Badwan de The Horrors es su tercera musico-conquista. Esta chica no se conforma con poco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-2375416093663357818?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/2375416093663357818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=2375416093663357818' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/2375416093663357818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/2375416093663357818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-with-band-now.html' title='I&apos;m with the band now!'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SB8KoL2Wn5I/AAAAAAAAApg/wJQfvAj8LmA/s72-c/kate+moss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5169433443509127858</id><published>2008-04-24T22:34:00.015Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:56.569Z</updated><title type='text'>I´m with the band! (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Las groupies se convirtieron en mujeres con fecha de caducidad, destinadas a una vida de turbulencias, en la que las drogas, el alcohol y los desengaños se transformaron en rutinas cotidianas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bien decía &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Kate Hudson&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; en “Almost Famous”: &lt;i style=""&gt;“I always tell the girls to never take it seriously. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you never take it seriously, you never get hurt. If you never get hurt, you always have fun. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;your friends”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Pamela Des Barres&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBSrY72WnwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/VttpRKm6bS8/s1600-h/looking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBSrY72WnwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/VttpRKm6bS8/s400/looking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193964715135901442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pamela encarnó a la perfección lo que fue convertirse en la reina de las groupies durante los años 60. Gracias a la publicación de sus memorias (“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m with he band: confessions of a groupie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;”) dio a conocer al resto de mortales sus andaduras sexuales con rockstars de la época. Entre su larga lista de conquistas se encuentran verdaderas leyendas de la música como Jimmy Page, Mick Jagger o Jim Morrison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Su traslado a Hollywood para labrarse una carrera como actriz no le valió el éxito pero sí le ofreció la oportunidad de pasar por las camas más famosas de las estrellas de rock. Así comenzó a escribir una larga lista que encabezarían nada más y nada menos que Jim Morrison y el omnipresente Mick Jagger. Tras convertirse en Miss Pamela, de la mano de las GTO de Zappa, se enamoró locamente de Jimmi Page, pero este la abandonó por la jovencísima Lori Maddox. No sería su único rechazo, ya que años más tarde Don Johnson la dejaría por Melanie Griffith.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;En los 70, con solo 25 años se vio hundida bajo la avalancha de las nuevas groupies de edades casi infantiles. Pero supo arreglárselas para llevarse a la cama a Keith Moon de The Who, y para dar el sí quiero años más tarde a Michael Des Barres, cantante de Silverhead. Ya que su deseo de convertirse en actriz de éxito nunca se vio realizado, Pamela luchó toda su vida por construirse su propio mito y conseguir ser recordada como la groupie más famosa de todos los tiempos. Hoy en día, a pesar de sus casi 60 años aún continua sumando jóvenes conquistas a su lista, como el guitarrista Dave Navarro, y ha publicado una segunda parte de sus memorias como groupie: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take Another Little Piece of my Heart: A Groupie Grows Up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;The GTOs (Girls Together Outrageously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBENeL2WnvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/w4UrjJxCnBs/s1600-h/gtos6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBENeL2WnvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/w4UrjJxCnBs/s400/gtos6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192946657562894066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Miss Sandra, Miss Pamela, Miss Christine, Miss Mercy, Miss Cynderella, Miss Sparky y Miss Lucy fueron las únicas chicas que, bajo las órdenes de Frank Zappa, transformaron el movimiento groupie en una verdadera banda de rock. Siguieron a todas las estrellas de rock de la época en cada uno de sus conciertos, pero fue Zappa quien las encumbró a la fama, grabando s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;u primer disco (considerado hoy en día una verdadera pieza de coleccionista),  y las hizo descender a los propios infiernos despidiéndolas unos meses después. La mayoría fueron condenadas por asuntos de drogas, Miss Pamela se convirtió en Pamela des Barres y Miss Sparky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;es hoy ejecutiva de Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Cynthia Plaster Caster&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBTR2L2Wn1I/AAAAAAAAApA/LNH19QSJa28/s1600-h/978338694_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBTR2L2Wn1I/AAAAAAAAApA/LNH19QSJa28/s400/978338694_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194006999088930642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuando Cynthia estudiaba arte en la Universidad de Illinois recibió un controvertido encargo por parte de su profesor de escultura: realizar un molde duro y resistente al agua. No se lo pensó dos veces y aprovechando su condición de groupie decidió realizar moldes de yeso de las erecciones de las más famosas rockstars de la época. Así, aunque no pasaron por su cama (o eso afirma), Cynthia se hizo con la mayor colección de esculturas de penes, entre los que figuran el de Jimi Hendrix, Lovin' Spoonful. Su obra artística fue financiada por el socio de Frank Zappa y las esculturas han sido exhibidas en museos de todo el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyrinda Foxe&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBTO6b2WnyI/AAAAAAAAAoo/mNTqiddE_bU/s1600-h/davecyrinda1rt0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBTO6b2WnyI/AAAAAAAAAoo/mNTqiddE_bU/s400/davecyrinda1rt0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194003773568491298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quizá la conquista más famosa de Cyrinda Foxe haya sido la de llevar hasta el altar a Steven Tyler, líder de Aerosmith y vivir junto a él un desastroso matrimonio. Pero antes de eso estuvo casada, aunque brevemente, con otra estrella del rock: David Johansen de los New York Dolls. Además formó parte de la Factory de Andy Warhol y mientras rodaba una de sus películas descubrió que estaba embarazada del mismísimo David Bowie, pero decidió no tener ese bebé. De su matrimonio con Steven Tyler nació una niña, Mia, y un libro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dream On"&lt;/span&gt;, en el que Cyrinda decidió relatar sus años más oscuros como groupie y le costó deman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;das judiciales por parte de su ex-marido y el rechazo de su propia hija.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Penny Lane&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBTPlb2Wn0I/AAAAAAAAAo4/l16uINhaJWA/s1600-h/pennie%2Blane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBTPlb2Wn0I/AAAAAAAAAo4/l16uINhaJWA/s400/pennie%2Blane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194004512302866242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Penny Lane existió de verdad. Inmortalizada en "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost Famous&lt;/span&gt;" por Cameron Crowe,  fue una groupie con todas las letras. Su pasión por la música la hizo tomarse, a los 17 años, un tiempo sabático para seguir a todas las estrellas de rock a las que tanto veneraba y poder satisfacer sus necesidades, como si de una exclava se tratase. Junto a otras cinco chicas recorrió medio mundo conociendo los entresijos de la historia del rock y a los 20 años decidió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tomar un avión rumbo a casa y retomar lo que solía ser su vida. Así se graduó en la universidad, se casó y rompió cualquier lazo con el pasado, excepto su amor por la música. Cuando Cameron Crowe la llamó para inmortalizarla en una película lo único que pudo decirle fue: "Gracias por tus recuerdos"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pattie Boyd&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBTOg72WnxI/AAAAAAAAAog/HcKNqUBLjoM/s1600-h/ap_boyd_070831_ms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBTOg72WnxI/AAAAAAAAAog/HcKNqUBLjoM/s400/ap_boyd_070831_ms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194003335481827090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rozando la adolescencia Pattie participó en una de las películas de los Beatles ("Qué noche la de aquel día") y a pesar de que su papel se limitaba a unas escasas líneas, supo como captar toda la atención de uno de los protagonistas: George Harrison, que llegó a compararla con Brigitte Bardot. Salir con uno de los Beatles e incluso casarse con él le costó a Pattie el desprecio y odio de las fans enloquecidas, que llegaron a agredirla en más de una ocasión. Y ciertamente fueron las fans las que hicieron mella en el matrimonio, sobre el que constantemente planeaban las supuestas infidelidades del Beatle. Pattie lloró la ruptura en el hombro del mejor amigo de su marido, Eric Clapton con el que volvió a pasar por el altar unos años más tarde, ante la total indiferencia de George Harrison que llegó a proponer un intercambio de parejas. Lo que por entonces eran la rutina diaria de cualquier groupie, las infidelidades, rompieron de nuevo este matrimonio y Pattie está sumergida hoy en día en trabajos de caridad con alcohólicos y drogadictos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5169433443509127858?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5169433443509127858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5169433443509127858' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5169433443509127858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5169433443509127858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-with-band-ii.html' title='I´m with the band! (II)'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/SBSrY72WnwI/AAAAAAAAAoY/VttpRKm6bS8/s72-c/looking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-1373763541265218972</id><published>2008-04-09T23:07:00.018Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:57.678Z</updated><title type='text'>I´m with the band! (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hubo una época en la que las estrellas de rock decidieron mezclarse con los que estaban unos cuantos escalones por debajo de ellos en la escalera de la fama. De esta controvertida mezcla nacieron las groupies, chicas que vendieron su alma al diablo por estar al lado de aquellos dioses de la música que tanto veneraban. Jóvenes que encarnaron durante mucho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tiempo los sueños materializados de cientos de adolescentes enloquecidas que deseaban caer en los brazos de alguna rockstar y asegurarse el futuro de por vida. Algunas, efectivamente, lo lograron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lori Maddox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_1VLjwcSJI/AAAAAAAAAno/fTsMToguA0o/s1600-h/newyork03085939bv8k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_1VLjwcSJI/AAAAAAAAAno/fTsMToguA0o/s400/newyork03085939bv8k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187396002866022546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puede que sea una de las groupies más jóvenes de la historia ya que Lori Maddox perdió su virginidad a los 13 años junto a David y Angela Bowie, según sus propias palabras. A principios de los años 70 comenzó a despuntar cuando Jimmy Page, guitarrista de Led Zeppelín, se fijó en ella e inclusó llegó a sobornar a su manager para que literalmente “raptase” a la chica, y la trasladara a su hotel. Así comenzó una turbulenta y secreta historia de amor entre ambos, ya que por esa época Lori era menor de edad y Jimmy salía con Pamela des Barres, que consideró durante años a la jovencísima Lorie como su más feroz enemiga. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Sable Starr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_1N9TwcSGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/H9yq6oypRxw/s1600-h/SableStivWhiskey1980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_1N9TwcSGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/H9yq6oypRxw/s400/SableStivWhiskey1980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187388061471492194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;La punkie Sable Starr comenzó sus andaduras como groupie a la misma edad que su amiga Lori Maddox. A los 15 años repartía su tiempo entre los Stooges (que solían teñirle el pelo púbico de verde y mandarla a nadar, ya que les gustaba el efecto visual), David Bowie y Johnny Thunders. Tras los maltratos propiciados por éste último Sable se refugió en los brazos de Keith Richards y Richard Hell y tras separarse decidió reestructurar y equilibrar su vida. Tenía 17 años.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Bebe Buell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_1akjwcSKI/AAAAAAAAAnw/c3mRuuIQJXg/s1600-h/Bebe-Stiv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_1akjwcSKI/AAAAAAAAAnw/c3mRuuIQJXg/s400/Bebe-Stiv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187401929920891042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A pesar de haber sido encumbrada como una de las más famosas groupies de la historia, ninguno de los que pasó por sus brazos se atreve a catalogarla como tal, porque todos estuvieron realmente enamorados de ella. Bebe Buell conquistó a Iggy Pop ejerciendo de enfermera fortuita, a Keith Richards aconsejándole sobre cómo afilar sus cuchillos, David Bowie lo intentó pintándole las uñas de los pies y de Mick Jagger dijo que había sido su “amante más dulce”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bebe nació con ambiciones de convertirse en rockstar, pero tuvo que conformarse con compartir su vida al lado de muchas de ellas: “&lt;i style=""&gt;siempre escogí estrellas de rock como novios porque me gustaba su temperamento: el nervio, la inestabilidad, la incertidumbre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; Eran relaciones tan peligrosas como divertidas. Desde luego, no eran la mejor garantía de cordura o seguridad, pero era interesante poder levantarse todas las mañanas al lado de alguien así».&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Su relación más duradera la vivió al lado de Todd Rundgren que ejerció como padre de su hija Liv,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; hasta que un día, al encontrarse a su hermana Mia en un concierto y comprobar su asombroso parecido físico, Bebe tuvo que confesar que quien verdaderamente la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; había engendrado había sido Steven Tyler, líder de Aerosmith. Tras una breve relación con Rod Steward Bebe conoció al que según sus palabras fue el amor de su vida: Elvis Coste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;llo. Su relación duró dos años hasta que él decidió regresar con su mujer y actualmente se niega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; a hablar de Bebe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;Me aterroriza lo que me hace Elvis. En sus últimos discos, sigue escribiendo letras que sólo yo puedo entender, porque sabe que seguiré escuchando sus canciones. Él sabe que yo las entenderé, y también que si me pongo a hablar de ello en público la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; gente pensará que estoy loca. Le encanta que la gente piense que no ando bien de la cabeza. Pero él sabe la verdad, en el fondo”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;El siguiente en la lista fue Stiv Bators, cantante de The Dead Boys que tan enganchado estuvo a ella que al morir dejó una nota en la que pedía a Bebe que esnifara sus cenizas. Bebe declinó la oferta, pero las guardó en una caja en forma de corazón.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Nancy Spungen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_1UojwcSII/AAAAAAAAAng/7j6I65fuWtw/s1600-h/c2e100a0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_1UojwcSII/AAAAAAAAAng/7j6I65fuWtw/s400/c2e100a0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187395401570601090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nancy fue durante años una de esas fans enloquecidas que intentó por todos los medios meterse en la cama una rockstar. Cuando conoció a Sid Vicious supo desde el primer momento que la suya sería una historia brutal, por primera vez alguien se había fijado en aquella rubia regordeta desesperada. Sid y Nancy estuvieron juntos tres años y el final de su historia de amor es uno de los más salvajes de la historia del rock: &lt;i style=""&gt;“¿Quieres morir? Si, si quiero, mátame, lo único que quiero es morir, tú me lo prometiste. Entonces muere" &lt;/i&gt;y Sid clavó en el estómago de su novia la punta de su navaja suiza recién comprada. Pensó que se trataba de una herida superficial como las que él mismo solía causarse en medio de la catarsis de sus conciertos. Pero ése resultó ser el final para Nancy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Anita Pallenberg&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_34WDwcSLI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ysrIg-1wkhk/s1600-h/f768ts6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_34WDwcSLI/AAAAAAAAAn4/ysrIg-1wkhk/s400/f768ts6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187575403649976498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anita entró en el círculo de los Rolling Stones como novia de Brian Jones, pero los desequilibrios mentales y los reincidentes malos tratos que éste la propiciaba hicieron que durante un viaje a Tánger se refugiara en los brazos de Keith Richards. Pero no fuero los únicos componentes de los Rolling con los que mantuvo relaciones, ya que es famosa la escena de sexo real con Mick Jagger en ‘Performance’ así como los encuentros con su novia Marianne Faithfull. Con Keith tuvo tres hijos, uno de ellos fallecido, y durante años cargó con la fama de realizar magia negra para lograr sus objetivos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Marianne Faithfull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_3-kTwcSNI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YnKdzNbEBnA/s1600-h/1168337967_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_3-kTwcSNI/AAAAAAAAAoI/YnKdzNbEBnA/s400/1168337967_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187582245532879058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nadie esperaba que la dulce niña, proveniente de una familia acomodada se transformara en una de las más famosas groupies de la mano de sus Satánicas Majestades. Marianne se convirtió en la novia de Mick Jagger y amante de Keith Richards casi al mismo tiempo que flirteaba con Bob Dylan o David y Angela Bowie. Las drogas fueron poco a poco mellando en su vida, incluso se vio envuelta en problemas judiciales y escándalos sexuales. Pasó de cosechar grandes éxitos con algunos de sus discos a ser rechazada por la industria y acabar viviendo en la calle, enganchada a la heroína. Marianne supo salir a flote de la vorágine de las estrellas de rock y hoy en día es uno de los iconos vivientes de esa generación&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-1373763541265218972?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1373763541265218972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=1373763541265218972' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1373763541265218972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1373763541265218972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-with-band-i.html' title='I´m with the band! (I)'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_1VLjwcSJI/AAAAAAAAAno/fTsMToguA0o/s72-c/newyork03085939bv8k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-9122508577576245827</id><published>2008-04-04T15:17:00.017Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:59:58.747Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mitómana'/><title type='text'>La Última Sesión</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aHgfrl4dI/AAAAAAAAAlw/A7xg6qapH_o/s1600-h/2002A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185481013293605330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aHgfrl4dI/AAAAAAAAAlw/A7xg6qapH_o/s400/2002A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La sesión de fotos que Bert Stern realizó a Norma Jean antes de su muerte en el hotel Bel-Air de Los Angeles es mundialmente conocida y las imágenes han llegado a convertirse en verdaderos iconos de lo que un día significó el personaje de Marilyn Monroe para la industria hollywoodiense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para mí el concepto artístico y profesional de las más de 2700 instantaneas es eclipsado totalmente por la mezcla de sentimientos que éstas transmiten al observarlas con detenimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aY_Prl4lI/AAAAAAAAAmw/C0qh7AfcJG0/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 446px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aY_Prl4lI/AAAAAAAAAmw/C0qh7AfcJG0/s400/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185500233272255058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aZfPrl4mI/AAAAAAAAAm4/G1dweHphD0I/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aZfPrl4mI/AAAAAAAAAm4/G1dweHphD0I/s400/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185500783028068962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lo largo de los años hemos estado expuestos a millones de documentos gráficos en los que podíamos observar a una Marilyn Monroe deslumbrante, que brillaba por sí misma a pesar del desequilibrio interior que sufría. Pero en "la última sesión", bajo la capa de glamour y artificio de tintes rubios del personaje, podemos descubrir por primera vez a la verdadera Norma Jean Baker. A traves de sus gestos y, sobre todo, su mirada desorientada y cansada, vislumbramos el declive de una superestrella, la humanidad de una diosa encumbrada por sus propios deslices durante los que fueron, sin saberlo, sus ultimos días. A pesar de la decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ncia externa que se transmite y de sus propias inseguridades en forma de cicatriz, nunca he visto fotografías que mostraran una Marilyn más bella que la que aquí aparece. Creo que este es el motivo por el cual valoro tanto estas imagenes e intento ver más allá de lo que a primera vista signicaron. Porque el mito de la ambición rubia también fue humano en una ocasión. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aZt_rl4nI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NuHDeXTf6W8/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aZt_rl4nI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NuHDeXTf6W8/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185501036431139442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185494615455031842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aT4Prl4iI/AAAAAAAAAmY/xiPUVinuooc/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185498266177233474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aXMvrl4kI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0MmM9mrjn5Q/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Era asustadiza e insegura de si misma. Llegaba siempre tarde a los rodajes y confiaba demasiado en la bondad de la gente. Lo único que tuvieron que enseñarle en su vida fue a caminar, todo lo demás lo aprendió por si misma. Y es duro tener que demostrar que tienes talento cuando en realidad sabes que no vales nada. Se encontraba cómoda siendo odiada por las mujeres y adorada por los hombres y para ella era más importante estar maravillosa que vender su alma por 50 centavos. No quería que la admiraran, en realidad solo buscaba que la quisieran. Sabia que pertenecía al público no por su belleza o su talento, sino porque nunca antes había pertenecido a nadie. Deseaba casarse, encontrar a alguien que la respaldara y cuidara para siempre y, en cierto modo, logro conseguirlo. Porque más de 40 años después de su muerte, su público sigue creyendo en ella. En la ambición rubia que, aunque cueste creerlo, alguna vez fue de carne y hueso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-9122508577576245827?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/9122508577576245827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=9122508577576245827' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/9122508577576245827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/9122508577576245827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-ltima-sesin.html' title='La Última Sesión'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R_aHgfrl4dI/AAAAAAAAAlw/A7xg6qapH_o/s72-c/2002A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-6372723965670224361</id><published>2008-03-30T14:57:00.035Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:00.644Z</updated><title type='text'>Blow Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/4882/1422bblowupch1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resulta cuanto menos paradójico que un italiano haya sido el que mejor ha retratado el Londres de los años sesenta, el ambiente de los Swinging Sixties en el que moda, música, arte y falsas apariencias se mezclaban sin ningún pudor para crear una amalgama creativa que todavía hoy continúa influyendo en el panorama artístico actual. Blow Up se ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; convertido en una referencia a aquellos años de desenfreno e inspiración, una película de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;culto en la que la estética juega un papel fundamental y en la que los diálogos pasan a un segundo plano para dar protagonismo a la imagen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_kePrl4QI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PbqWV33qtm8/s1600-h/blow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_kePrl4QI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PbqWV33qtm8/s400/blow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183612904383308034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michelangelo Antonioni se basó en un relato de Julio Cortázar para desarrollar la historia y aunque el resultado final dista bastante del argumento original la idea subyacente se mantiene: mostrar un mundo en el que las apariencias dominan la realidad, convertida en espejismo de lo que realmente queremos ver, en el que nada es lo que parece y en el que tras las imágenes externas se esconden oscuros e inquietantes secretos.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_kSvrl4PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/IAWY5OUxTpU/s1600-h/blow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_kSvrl4PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/IAWY5OUxTpU/s400/blow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183612706814812402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El protagonista masculino es un fotógrafo británico de éxito, indiferente ante la realidad que lo rodea y ligado al mundo de la moda. Por circunstancias del destino se convertirá en testigo involuntario de un asesinato, captado por su cámara fotográfica. Este suceso le hará replantearse la falsa moral de aquellos años, en los que nadie se atrevía a profundizar de lleno en la realidad por temor a las consecuencias que ello tendría. El personaje, interpretado por David Hemmings , está basado en el mítico fotógrafo David Bailey y las semejanzas entre éste y el personaje ficticio creado por Antonioni continúan siendo tema de debate hoy en día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_kovrl4RI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ck__dNJRp0I/s1600-h/blow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_kovrl4RI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ck__dNJRp0I/s400/blow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183613084771934482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;El reparto femenino es el contrapunto que forma la parte estética de la película. Numerosas modelos de la época son protagonistas durante escasos minutos, como la mil veces reinterpretada escena en la que &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wygqlfUoJEs"&gt;Verushka&lt;/a&gt; posa ante el objetivo del fotógrafo, que consiguió catapultarla a la fama a pesar de que su guión se reducía a tres escasas palabras y consagró la escena como una de las mas sensuales de la historia del cine. Otras escenas destacadas son la &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8ArHxmELYg"&gt;sesión de fotos&lt;/a&gt; en la que intervienen caras de la época como Peggy Moffitt, o la que nos relata cómo una jovencísima &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ElkGU5Bw7KE"&gt;Jane Birkin&lt;/a&gt; intenta probar suerte en el mundo de la moda.  Vanessa Redgrave  y Sarah Miles completan el reparto femenino.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_kz_rl4SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SfhZ9Ne5IRE/s1600-h/blow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_kz_rl4SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/SfhZ9Ne5IRE/s400/blow4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183613278045462818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;La idea que intentó transmitir Antonioni con esta película es la de una realidad dual, dividida entre lo que captamos (o queremos captar) con nuestros propios ojos y la realidad plasmada por el objetivo fotográfico. A pesar de ser para muchos una historia lenta, aburrida y carente de diálogo, su valor estético y visual, y la maestría con la que el director juega con los sonidos y las dobles intenciones, la convierten en un icono de la época y una referencia artística y de inspiración en la actualidad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_nh_rl4VI/AAAAAAAAAkw/dGjubohPxDE/s1600-h/blow_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_nh_rl4VI/AAAAAAAAAkw/dGjubohPxDE/s400/blow_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183616267342700882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8ArHxmELYg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8ArHxmELYg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi escena favorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-6372723965670224361?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6372723965670224361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=6372723965670224361' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6372723965670224361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6372723965670224361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/blow-up.html' title='Blow Up'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-_kePrl4QI/AAAAAAAAAkI/PbqWV33qtm8/s72-c/blow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-240346718675887010</id><published>2008-03-27T16:11:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:01.516Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografía'/><title type='text'>The Long Blondes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Las "chicas Chloé" fotografíadas por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.guyaroch.com/Blank.html"&gt;Guy Aroch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.nylonmag.com/"&gt;Nylon Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Las fotos hablan por sí solas, aunque yo me decanto por las de Clemence Poesy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-vLGfrl3-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/xFcwWIiG4SI/s1600-h/tlb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-vLGfrl3-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/xFcwWIiG4SI/s400/tlb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182459108663877602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-vLvvrl3_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/CYH-au-3Vq0/s1600-h/CS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-vLvvrl3_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/CYH-au-3Vq0/s400/CS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182459817333481458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-vKcPrl37I/AAAAAAAAAhg/_SXVIT1t6No/s1600-h/CP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-vKcPrl37I/AAAAAAAAAhg/_SXVIT1t6No/s400/CP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182458382814404530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-vK4Prl39I/AAAAAAAAAhw/-YB2nG4fqDk/s1600-h/AR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-vK4Prl39I/AAAAAAAAAhw/-YB2nG4fqDk/s400/AR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182458863850741714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-240346718675887010?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/240346718675887010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=240346718675887010' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/240346718675887010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/240346718675887010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-blondes.html' title='The Long Blondes'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R-vLGfrl3-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/xFcwWIiG4SI/s72-c/tlb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-4724096352238254321</id><published>2008-03-26T21:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:41:57.903Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batman'/><title type='text'>Batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/1153/batmancopiaoy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img207.imageshack.us/img207/1153/batmancopiaoy5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Batman marcará esta primavera. Y no lo digo yo, sino que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/collections/S2008RTW/complete/thumb/LUELLA?trend=&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Luella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; y el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.style.com/trends/blogs/style_file/2008/02/superhero-worsh.html"&gt;Metropolitan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; de Nueva York ya han apostado por la tendencia de los superhéroes para la próxima temporada. Y el inminente estreno de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://thedarkknight.warnerbros.com/"&gt;última entrega&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; de la saga, convertida de la noche a la mañana en película póstuma del fallecido Heath Ledger, nos alerta de que los próximos meses los pasaremos sumidos en el oscuro universo del hombre-murciélago enfundado en cuero y salvador de la humanidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-4724096352238254321?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4724096352238254321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=4724096352238254321' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4724096352238254321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4724096352238254321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/batman.html' title='Batman'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-3628375469449633664</id><published>2008-03-14T20:06:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:03.107Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french fashion'/><title type='text'>Heimstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vcsYCqA3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/JXRf5_IOdqY/s1600-h/heimstone_instory1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vcsYCqA3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/JXRf5_IOdqY/s400/heimstone_instory1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177974851518464882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro los spots de &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.heimstone.com"&gt;Heimstone&lt;/a&gt;, que más que anuncios son pequeños videoclips que muestran a la perfección la estética de la marca, el optimismo y la frescura de sus colecciones. Mi preferido es el de este otoño-invierno, ya que la canción elegida es una de mis favoritas de Razorlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Además la modelo que aparece es la misma todas las temporadas, lo que consigue crear un estereotipo perfecto de la mujer que encarna la estética de la marca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNfKCxLwzdM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HNfKCxLwzdM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y aquí va un pequeño avance de la colección para este verano, que se compone principalmente de vestidos, cazadoras y unos cuantos accesorios. Me encanta como juegan con las desestructuraciones, la linealidad de colores oscuro-claro y sobre todo la feminidad de cada una de las prendas. Es bastante notorio el espíritu francés de la firma, que junto a otras como &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.isabelmarant.tm.fr"&gt;Isabel Marant&lt;/a&gt; o &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.vanessabruno.com"&gt;Vanessa Bruno&lt;/a&gt; hacen que el street style francés vaya tomando fuerza en el conjunto global de la moda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vTOYCqAzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9Tntz7lfmbQ/s1600-h/heimstone01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vTOYCqAzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/9Tntz7lfmbQ/s400/heimstone01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177964440517739314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vXcoCqA2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/K8gZEJxcKj8/s1600-h/heimstone04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vXcoCqA2I/AAAAAAAAAfs/K8gZEJxcKj8/s400/heimstone04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177969083377386338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vTrYCqA0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/lkKAuKANw4Q/s1600-h/heimstone02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vTrYCqA0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/lkKAuKANw4Q/s400/heimstone02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177964938733945666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vUdoCqA1I/AAAAAAAAAfk/s9gQea5tsKc/s1600-h/heimstone03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vUdoCqA1I/AAAAAAAAAfk/s9gQea5tsKc/s400/heimstone03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177965802022372178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Las diseñadoras detrás de la marca son Alix Petit y Delphine Delafon, que aportan sus ideas personales a cada una de las creaciones. La feminidad y sensualidad de la primera unida al espíritu grunge y la estética rock'n roll de la segunda hacen de Heimstone una nueva promesa en el panorama de la moda de calle a nivel mundial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-3628375469449633664?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3628375469449633664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=3628375469449633664' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3628375469449633664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3628375469449633664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/heimstone.html' title='Heimstone'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9vcsYCqA3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/JXRf5_IOdqY/s72-c/heimstone_instory1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-6191308986988711088</id><published>2008-03-12T18:02:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:04.311Z</updated><title type='text'>Lina Scheynius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9gfuYCqAxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VCoxRH0FTdo/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9gfuYCqAxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VCoxRH0FTdo/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176922653250421522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9gfFoCqAvI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WeNnaA6-sn4/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9gfFoCqAvI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WeNnaA6-sn4/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176921953170752242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9gfgICqAwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/nNOyDVx1OJ4/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9gfgICqAwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/nNOyDVx1OJ4/s400/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176922408437285634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9ge3YCqAuI/AAAAAAAAAes/LUwU82VjQcY/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9ge3YCqAuI/AAAAAAAAAes/LUwU82VjQcY/s400/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176921708357616354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9gelYCqAtI/AAAAAAAAAek/z2Y9lww2-vg/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9gelYCqAtI/AAAAAAAAAek/z2Y9lww2-vg/s400/05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176921399119971026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16 fotografías de amor por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.linascheynius.com"&gt;Lina Scheynius&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-6191308986988711088?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/6191308986988711088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=6191308986988711088' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6191308986988711088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/6191308986988711088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/lina-scheynius.html' title='Lina Scheynius'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9gfuYCqAxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VCoxRH0FTdo/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-1424230944161677955</id><published>2008-03-10T14:06:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:55:37.273Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring/summer 2001'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alexander McQueen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion show'/><title type='text'>Alexander McQueen 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-474GkdxC14"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-474GkdxC14" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;Existen desfiles correctos sin más. Desfiles buenos que se quedan grabados en la retina durante un tiempo, pero terminan por caer en el olvido. Desfiles de los que sales deseando que llege la próxima temporada para ver esas prendas teatrales en la vida real, en mujeres reales. Desfiles malos en los que no dejas de mirar el reloj y de maldecir al tipo que decidió escoger esa música discotequera que se te clava en los oídos. Desfiles que llevas esperando seis meses y al final te preguntas si realmente era eso lo que querías ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y desfiles que cambian tu percepción de las cosas y te hacen plantearte nuevos caminos y establecen una nueva perspectiva desde la que mirar la moda. Desfiles como este de Alexander McQueen para la primavera de 2001: un cubo de cristal en el que las modelos caminan perturbadas por un extraño sonido, como si de enfermas psíquicas se tratara. Ataviadas con elementos hospitalarios como gasas y vendas en la cabeza, el diseñador añade elementos que incitan a la locura, como la clara referencia a los pájaros de Hitchcock, o la palidez predominante tanto en el rostro de las modelos como en sus vestimentas. Pero lo que acaba por desconcertar al espectador es la sorpresa final, escondida dentro de otra caja rectangular y no menos inquietante que el show. Pero tendreis que ver el vídeo para averiguarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/style/view/87/50/100015087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.style.com/style/view/87/50/100015087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/style/view/10/50/100015010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.style.com/style/view/10/50/100015010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/style/view/18/50/100015018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 226px;" src="http://www.style.com/style/view/18/50/100015018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/style/view/70/50/100015070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 226px;" src="http://www.style.com/style/view/70/50/100015070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/style/view/58/50/100015058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 224px;" src="http://www.style.com/style/view/58/50/100015058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/style/view/76/50/100015076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 223px;" src="http://www.style.com/style/view/76/50/100015076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/style/view/44/50/100015044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.style.com/style/view/44/50/100015044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/style/view/39/50/100015039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.style.com/style/view/39/50/100015039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/style/view/29/50/100015029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.style.com/style/view/29/50/100015029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/style/view/14/50/100015014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.style.com/style/view/14/50/100015014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-1424230944161677955?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1424230944161677955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=1424230944161677955' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1424230944161677955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1424230944161677955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/alexander-mcqueen-2001.html' title='Alexander McQueen 2001'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-4524240389651787731</id><published>2008-03-06T20:06:00.027Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:06.485Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modelos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sixties'/><title type='text'>Penelope Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E7p4CqAsI/AAAAAAAAAec/QzZfBpZLH5I/s1600-h/penelope+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E7p4CqAsI/AAAAAAAAAec/QzZfBpZLH5I/s400/penelope+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174983037429613250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pesar de ser una de las musas y modelos de los años 60, Penelope Tree siempre estuvo a la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sombra de las archiconocidas Jean Shrimpton o Twiggy. Pero es eso, precisamente, lo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hace de ella un icono disonante hoy en día. Su fisionomía tan especial, sus enor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mes ojos y su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; extrañas facciones, que en más de una ocasión han sido comparadas con las de un aliení&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; cargaron de magnetismo todos los trabajos que Penelope realizó y dejaron constancia de qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sin duda, nunca fue una modelo al uso. Incluso en una ocasión llegó a depilarse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mpletamente las cejas para, según ella, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parecerse aún más a un marciano&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E2dYCqAkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0D3TmGX747M/s1600-h/ptree+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E2dYCqAkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0D3TmGX747M/s400/ptree+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174977325123109442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E3UYCqAmI/AAAAAAAAAds/iC8IUqS5Us8/s1600-h/ptree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E3UYCqAmI/AAAAAAAAAds/iC8IUqS5Us8/s400/ptree2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174978270015914594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Los datos biógraficos con los que contamos son escasos. Nació en una familia anglo-americana bastante recta y de raíces aristocráticas, a pesar de la bisexualidad proclamada de su progenitor, un importante multimillonario periodista y parlamentario. A los 13 años Penelope fue descubierta por Diane Arbus, con la que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; más tarde volverá a trabajar para ser portada de Vogue en tres ocasiones. Con 17 años c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;onoció&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a Diana Vreeland en la fiesta de máscaras '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black and White Ball&lt;/span&gt;' de Truman Capote y fue ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; quien encargó a Richard Avedon que la fotografiase para su publicación y la r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;esponsable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;l despegue de su carrera profesional. Fue gracias a esas fotografías que un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enombrado y audaz fotógrafo se fijo en la jovencísima chica de resagos desconcert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;antes. No era otro que Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;vid Bailey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E2xoCqAlI/AAAAAAAAAdk/TJymYLlIbxA/s1600-h/capote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E2xoCqAlI/AAAAAAAAAdk/TJymYLlIbxA/s200/capote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174977673015460434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;('&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Black and White Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;' de Truman Capote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E7IICqArI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SXVD2InLrZM/s1600-h/avedon+penelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E7IICqArI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SXVD2InLrZM/s400/avedon+penelope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174982457609028274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Richard Avedon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9ErlYCqAXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qM0p5Z0axl4/s1600-h/penelope+bailey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9ErlYCqAXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qM0p5Z0axl4/s400/penelope+bailey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174965367934157170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;(Penelope junto a David Bailey. En la foto inferior acompañados de Christine Keeler y Marianne Faithfull en la presentación del libro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;'Goodbye Baby &amp;amp; Amen' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;del fotógrafo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E0c4CqAhI/AAAAAAAAAdE/uW7B3NvDcXw/s1600-h/penelope+tartan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E0c4CqAhI/AAAAAAAAAdE/uW7B3NvDcXw/s400/penelope+tartan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174975117509919250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;David y Penelope comenzaron así una relación profesional y personal de amor-odio, sumida en el inestable panorama de los Swinging Sixties y en la diferencia de edad de 13 años que los separaba. Bailey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dijo de ella que era '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la modelo más original que jamás había visto&lt;/span&gt;' e inclus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; recientemente afirmó que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Penelope era mucho más que Twiggy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twiggy estaba más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;identificada con los Beatles, los Monkees, mientras que Penelope, de alguna manera&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omenzó el movimiento Flower Power. Y llevaba las minifaldas más cortas que he visto nunca&lt;/span&gt;'. Este&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sentimiento de admiración por la modelo quedó, sin duda, grabado en todos los retratos que realizó, a pesar de que el mismo Bailey dijera en una ocasión que '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nunca había tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ado una buena fotografía a Penelope&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9EyWoCqAfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/gcKyQyCQbQ0/s1600-h/penelope+bailey+ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9EyWoCqAfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/gcKyQyCQbQ0/s400/penelope+bailey+ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174972811112481266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;(David Bailey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E64YCqAqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/TS9osHInj_c/s1600-h/cecile+beaton+penelope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E64YCqAqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/TS9osHInj_c/s400/cecile+beaton+penelope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174982187026088610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Cecile Beaton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E1Z4CqAiI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dShYZJbfpkE/s1600-h/penelope+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E1Z4CqAiI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dShYZJbfpkE/s320/penelope+color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174976165481939490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E6C4CqApI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VIXT2JBQvSU/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E6C4CqApI/AAAAAAAAAeE/VIXT2JBQvSU/s400/paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174981267903087250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tras su ruptura con Bailey, Penelope decidió escapar a Australia para permanecer alejada del ojo público británico. Allí se aisló del mundo de la moda, formó una familia y puso punto y final a su carrera como modelo, aunque hemos podido verla recientemente en la c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ampaña de Burberry otoño invierno 06/07 junto a Stella Tennant y Kate Moss y demostrando que, aunque pasen los años, ella sigue siendo una de las grandes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9ExfoCqAeI/AAAAAAAAAcs/nWpP_PhfbFs/s1600-h/burberryfall20062ip5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9ExfoCqAeI/AAAAAAAAAcs/nWpP_PhfbFs/s400/burberryfall20062ip5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174971866219676130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-4524240389651787731?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4524240389651787731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=4524240389651787731' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4524240389651787731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4524240389651787731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/penelope-tree.html' title='Penelope Tree'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R9E7p4CqAsI/AAAAAAAAAec/QzZfBpZLH5I/s72-c/penelope+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-7016762017962945936</id><published>2008-03-04T11:48:00.017Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:08.070Z</updated><title type='text'>Paris Fashion Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R81D_Bb4uzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_cvw0kdxul8/s1600-h/chanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R81D_Bb4uzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_cvw0kdxul8/s320/chanel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173866296914787122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y tras una larga espera al final llegó París, donde no hay sitio para mediocres o aficionados, diseñadores carentes de ideas y personalidad propia. Aquí sólo caben los genios, los artistas, inconformistas e irreverentes, profesionales entusiastas de su trabajo y que muestran, a través de la pasarela, conceptos claros y definidos, que temporada a temporada consiguen sorprendernos como si de la primera vez que los viésemos se tratase. Aquí sólo hay sitio para triunfadores. Los míos, han sido estos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;El regreso al tradicional estilo femenino de &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.chloe.com"&gt;Chloe&lt;/a&gt;, tras los dudosos escarceos con el mundo industrial, Paolo Melin vuelve a la esencia del chic francés que Karl dejó en la firma y que tanto adoramos todos sus seguidores&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R804-hb4uqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_JDUiHg-HWY/s1600-h/chloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R804-hb4uqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/_JDUiHg-HWY/s320/chloe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173854193696946850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La colección con mensaje (aún no muy claro) de &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.viktor-rolf.com/index2.html"&gt;Viktor and Rolf,&lt;/a&gt; en la que dejando las enormes letras a parte destacaron unas prendas clasicas pero insinuantes, en las que las transparencias fueron la nota predominante&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R807RRb4urI/AAAAAAAAAac/40s_9UbsIOw/s1600-h/v%26R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R807RRb4urI/AAAAAAAAAac/40s_9UbsIOw/s320/v%26R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173856714842749618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La mujer naïf y llena de color y geometría de Tsumori Chisato. Una colección de la que cabe destacar sobre todo las medias degradadas, que serán una tendencia sin duda el próximo otoño-invierno&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R809OBb4utI/AAAAAAAAAas/btYDoNRFh_k/s1600-h/Tsumori+Chisato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R809OBb4utI/AAAAAAAAAas/btYDoNRFh_k/s320/Tsumori+Chisato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173858858031430354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nicolas Ghesquière para &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.balenciaga.com"&gt;Balenciaga&lt;/a&gt; abandona la línea futurista radical de la temporada pasada para optar por un look mucho más comercial pero sin perder su sello personal característico. Vuelven las puntas afiladas en los zapatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="r"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R8092xb4uuI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2-rHFM5_7y0/s1600-h/balenciaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R8092xb4uuI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2-rHFM5_7y0/s320/balenciaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173859558111099618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;La maestra del punto &lt;a href="http://soniarykiel.com/"&gt;Sonia Rykiel&lt;/a&gt; juega en su desfile con un look desenfadado y colorista con ciertos toques circenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="r"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R80-1xb4uwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/km7p4WRxYuw/s1600-h/rykiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R80-1xb4uwI/AAAAAAAAAbE/km7p4WRxYuw/s320/rykiel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173860640442858242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.alexandermcqueen.com"&gt;Alexander McQueen&lt;/a&gt; vueve a hacernos creer que para soñar no es necesario volver a épocas pasadas sino que él mismo puede transportarnos en unos minutos al momento histórico que deseemos. Su inspiración en esta ocasión ha sido una mezcla de emperatrices rusas y mata-haris, pero sin llegar a perder la linealidad de su presentación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="r"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R80_zxb4uxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/TockKMlPhpk/s1600-h/mcqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R80_zxb4uxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/TockKMlPhpk/s320/mcqueen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173861705594747666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alber Elbaz para &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.lanvin.com"&gt;Lanvin&lt;/a&gt; consigue mediante una colección prácticamente monocromática y de lineas limpias crear una mujer sofisticada y elegante incluso en vestidos que parecen fabricados con bolsas de basura. Lo bueno siempre espera al final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="r"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R81DMRb4uyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/O8vWsrSrPDY/s1600-h/lanvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R81DMRb4uyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/O8vWsrSrPDY/s320/lanvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173865425036426018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Y mención a parte de colecciones cabe destacar el sorprendente y criticadísimo maquillaje &amp;amp; peluquería de Dior, inspirado en Jackie Kennedy y por supuesto los años 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="r"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R81EGhb4u0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/zXHoBMb-vCI/s1600-h/dior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R81EGhb4u0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/zXHoBMb-vCI/s320/dior.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173866425763806018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(Click en las imágenes para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-7016762017962945936?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7016762017962945936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=7016762017962945936' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7016762017962945936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7016762017962945936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/03/paris-fashion-week.html' title='Paris Fashion Week'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R81D_Bb4uzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_cvw0kdxul8/s72-c/chanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5542643436936780768</id><published>2008-02-26T19:34:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:08.597Z</updated><title type='text'>Milan Fashion Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La pasarela de la moda de Milán, o el paso intermedio entre Londres y París, ya que, bajo mi punto de vista en esta ocasión hay poco que reseñar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;El barroquismo minimal de &lt;a href="www.prada.com/"&gt;Prada&lt;/a&gt;, aunque he de confesar que, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;como siempre me ocurre con las últimas colecciones de Prada, no suelen conquistarme h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;asta que las editoriales comienzan a utilizar sus prendas hasta la saciedad y ya es demasiado tarde para el enamoramiento repentino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R8RsSLkp4bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5uafrMuM2dg/s1600-h/prada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R8RsSLkp4bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5uafrMuM2dg/s320/prada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171377331728146866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;El eclecticismo conservador y colorista de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Consuelo Castiglioni al frente de &lt;a href="www.marni.com"&gt;Marni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R8Rsabkp4cI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0gbAkfoqCRw/s1600-h/marni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R8Rsabkp4cI/AAAAAAAAAZE/0gbAkfoqCRw/s320/marni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171377473462067650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y aunque con ciertos toques D&amp;amp;G mi ganadora es la mujer gélida y polar de &lt;a href="www.blugirl.it"&gt;Blugirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R8RsnLkp4dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uPetKX32ivE/s1600-h/blugirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R8RsnLkp4dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uPetKX32ivE/s320/blugirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171377692505399762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(click en las imágenes para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5542643436936780768?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5542643436936780768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5542643436936780768' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5542643436936780768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5542643436936780768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/02/milan-fashion-week.html' title='Milan Fashion Week'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R8RsSLkp4bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5uafrMuM2dg/s72-c/prada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-794487704347362327</id><published>2008-02-18T19:53:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:13.323Z</updated><title type='text'>London Fashion Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca he sido muy devota de la London Fashion Week, pero ahí van mis favoritos de esta temporada: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Los impecables vestidos de noche de &lt;a href="http://www.jennypackham.com/jp/"&gt;Jenny Packham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7njyLkp4TI/AAAAAAAAAX4/A9-RDVgPwas/s1600-h/Jenny+Packham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7njyLkp4TI/AAAAAAAAAX4/A9-RDVgPwas/s400/Jenny+Packham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168412498623848754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;La mujer pop de &lt;a href="http://www.eleykishimoto.com/index.php"&gt;Eley Kishimoto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7njd7kp4SI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mCjV1a6DrFA/s1600-h/Eley+Kishimoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7njd7kp4SI/AAAAAAAAAXw/mCjV1a6DrFA/s400/Eley+Kishimoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168412150731497762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;El clasicismo renovado de &lt;a href="http://www.asprey.com/"&gt;Asprey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7ni8bkp4QI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kIPIhpJa3yw/s1600-h/asprey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7ni8bkp4QI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kIPIhpJa3yw/s400/asprey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168411575205880066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;El toque romántico de &lt;a href="http://www.boraaksu.com/"&gt;Bora Aksu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7njLLkp4RI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VvttpQ624QA/s1600-h/bora+aksu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7njLLkp4RI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VvttpQ624QA/s400/bora+aksu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168411828608950546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Las jóvenes y brujas de &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.luella.com/"&gt;Luella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7nikbkp4PI/AAAAAAAAAXY/xv6kjQJc6UA/s1600-h/luella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7nikbkp4PI/AAAAAAAAAXY/xv6kjQJc6UA/s400/luella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168411162889019634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Las reminiscencias a Lanvin y V&amp;amp;R a través del filtro oscuro de Nathan Jenden&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7nkLrkp4UI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Of7MObrZMf0/s1600-h/Nathan+Jenden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7nkLrkp4UI/AAAAAAAAAYA/Of7MObrZMf0/s400/Nathan+Jenden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168412936710512962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y en el podio de honor, en esta ocasión un empate técnico entre:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.viviennewestwood.co.uk/flash.php"&gt;Vivienne (glam) Westwood&lt;/a&gt; y su esperado regreso a Londres, aunque sea bajo su segunda línea&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7nk4Lkp4VI/AAAAAAAAAYI/WacjsBzLlDE/s1600-h/westwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7nk4Lkp4VI/AAAAAAAAAYI/WacjsBzLlDE/s400/westwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168413701214691666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giles: por su inmejorable patronaje y ese vestido rojo + antifaz, que me tiene LOCA!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7nl67kp4XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fQserU4xdcI/s1600-h/giles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7nl67kp4XI/AAAAAAAAAYY/fQserU4xdcI/s400/giles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168414847970959730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(click en las imágenes para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-794487704347362327?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/794487704347362327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=794487704347362327' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/794487704347362327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/794487704347362327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/02/nunca-he-sido-muy-devota-de-la-london.html' title='London Fashion Week'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R7njyLkp4TI/AAAAAAAAAX4/A9-RDVgPwas/s72-c/Jenny+Packham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-3044562566426025258</id><published>2008-02-10T20:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:14.675Z</updated><title type='text'>New York Fashion Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siendo objetiva al o%, estos son mis favoritos de la NYFW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Si Mary Kate Olsen adora a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.jennikayne.com"&gt;Jenni Kayne&lt;/a&gt;, yo no voy a ser menos&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69crVEDI-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/kNHfn-LT5ik/s1600-h/jenni+kayne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69crVEDI-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/kNHfn-LT5ik/s400/jenni+kayne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165449197075506146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La explosión colorista años 40 de &lt;a href="http://www.chris-benz.com/"&gt;Chris Benz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69c_lEDI_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/2CnMdvyVqtc/s1600-h/chris+benz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69c_lEDI_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/2CnMdvyVqtc/s400/chris+benz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165449544967857138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mi debilidad, conocida como &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.erinfetherston.com"&gt;Erin Fetherston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69drFEDJAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/q6htQtHzRyw/s1600-h/erin+fetherston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69drFEDJAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/q6htQtHzRyw/s400/erin+fetherston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165450292292166658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;El regreso de &lt;a href="http://www.halston.com/"&gt;Halston&lt;/a&gt; (a pesar de que Rachel Zoe mueva los hilos...)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69d5VEDJBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/sDjGhfOXXU0/s1600-h/halston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69d5VEDJBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/sDjGhfOXXU0/s400/halston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165450537105302546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rachelcomey.com/"&gt;Rachel Comey&lt;/a&gt; o el gran descubrimiento de la temporada pasada&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69epFEDJDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Gqs6y0TPsCY/s1600-h/rachel+comey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69epFEDJDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Gqs6y0TPsCY/s400/rachel+comey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165451357444056114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Los niños mimados de Anna Wintour: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.proenzaschouler.com"&gt;Proenza Schouler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69e2FEDJEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VMpUtZmzfog/s1600-h/proenza+schouler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69e2FEDJEI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VMpUtZmzfog/s400/proenza+schouler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165451580782355522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;La "Minnie Mouse" de aires góticos de &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.zacposen.com"&gt;Zac Posen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69fWlEDJFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Ai4EEbW7ePQ/s1600-h/zac+posen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69fWlEDJFI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Ai4EEbW7ePQ/s400/zac+posen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165452139128104018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Y ganadoras por goleada, las hermanas Mulleavy, al frente de &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.rodarte.net/"&gt;Rodarte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69gIlEDJGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lMBT-SMGMHk/s1600-h/rodarte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69gIlEDJGI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lMBT-SMGMHk/s400/rodarte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165452998121563234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(click en las imágenes para ampliar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y como petición personal sólo quiero que Marc Jacobs deje de muscularse y de juntarse con esqueléticas mujeres de futbolistas y ex maridos aspirantes a raperos de estrellas del pop, y vuelva a ser esta persona tan adorable y que conseguía conquistarme temporada tras temporada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69g6FEDJHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MpWrbDWnBq8/s1600-h/conmarcfn9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3044562566426025258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-york-fashion-week.html' title='New York Fashion Week'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R69crVEDI-I/AAAAAAAAAUw/kNHfn-LT5ik/s72-c/jenni+kayne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-7173633813118767431</id><published>2008-01-30T19:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:16.762Z</updated><title type='text'>Wendy Bevan</title><content 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-7277031744965551504</id><published>2008-01-26T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:17.598Z</updated><title type='text'>Josep Font HC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pesar de mi tardanza para actualizar, no he podido resistirme al ver esto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xkAmoFSZI/AAAAAAAAARg/LPq3AdLqeus/s1600-h/josep+font.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xkAmoFSZI/AAAAAAAAARg/LPq3AdLqeus/s400/josep+font.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160109234591189394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xkAmoFSZI/AAAAAAAAARg/LPq3AdLqeus/s1600/josep%2Bfont.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click para ampliar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;El debut de Josep Font en la alta costura parisina, un orgullo sin duda para cualquier persona que se interese lo más mínimo por la moda de nuestro país, pero la verdad es que a mi esta colección me hubiera enamorado igual si hubiera visto la luz en Madrid, Barcelona o cualquier showroom del país. Porque la mujer de cuento de hadas, la realidad imaginaria que Josep Font lleva construyendo durante años consiguió conquistarme desde el primer día, y que ahora haya tenido su gran oportunidad en la Haute Couture parisina sólo hace que afianzar la idea que ya muchos teníamos en mente: Josep Font es un genio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el espectacular trabajo de peluquería rápidamente me recordó a una de las ilustraciones de Amy Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R54rf2oFSdI/AAAAAAAAASA/vMbXwXXJj8I/s1600-h/amy_ross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R54rf2oFSdI/AAAAAAAAASA/vMbXwXXJj8I/s200/amy_ross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160610049252739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-7277031744965551504?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7277031744965551504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=7277031744965551504' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7277031744965551504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7277031744965551504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2008/01/josep-font-hc.html' title='Josep Font HC'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xkAmoFSZI/AAAAAAAAARg/LPq3AdLqeus/s72-c/josep+font.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-8174678484164357063</id><published>2007-12-20T18:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:17.702Z</updated><title type='text'>Lick The Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R2q8p8beHiI/AAAAAAAAARA/YcpK2BIWMos/s1600-h/100954242_8b411dc0ed_o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R2q8p8beHiI/AAAAAAAAARA/YcpK2BIWMos/s400/100954242_8b411dc0ed_o.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146132953006218786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lick_the_Star"&gt;Lick The Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; es el plan secreto de cuatro niñas adolescentes para envenenar a sus compañeros de colegio poniendo matarratas en sus almuerzos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pero también es el cortometraje con el que &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sofia_Coppola"&gt;Sofia Coppola&lt;/a&gt; decidió que quería convertirse en directora de cine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cn6W65Nq5FQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cn6W65Nq5FQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i2jjIyweXE4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i2jjIyweXE4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-8174678484164357063?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8174678484164357063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=8174678484164357063' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/8174678484164357063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/8174678484164357063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/12/lick-star.html' title='Lick The Star'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R2q8p8beHiI/AAAAAAAAARA/YcpK2BIWMos/s72-c/100954242_8b411dc0ed_o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-3404614132723614894</id><published>2007-12-11T19:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:19.844Z</updated><title type='text'>Lula Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R17wB-DyjAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hl_vsR33jnQ/s1600-h/lula1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R17wB-DyjAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hl_vsR33jnQ/s400/lula1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142811741133114370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No podía faltar la que es para mí, desde hace unos meses, la “Biblia” de todo lo que plasmo aquí. Una revista que parece haber entrado en mi mente y leído mi pensamiento, ya que desde el primer número y a medida que pasaba las páginas iba retratando mi estilo, mis gustos, como si de una especie de biografía de mis sueños se tratase. Desde ese día me sumergí de lleno en el mundo de Lula y decidí que nunca más saldría &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de allí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R17x2ODyjCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cuZEHnKqLFA/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R17x2ODyjCI/AAAAAAAAAPk/cuZEHnKqLFA/s320/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142813738292907042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R17yBeDyjDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/uvskvVYOwHE/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R17yBeDyjDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/uvskvVYOwHE/s320/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142813931566435378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulamag.com/"&gt;Lula&lt;/a&gt; es una publicación alternativa, de carácter bianual, que nace bajo las manos de las ex colaboradoras de Vogue Leith Clark y Becky Smith y que con tan solo cinco número en el mercado ha sabido conquistar tanto a entusiastas de la moda, el cine o el arte como a las jóvenes que solo buscan crearse un estilo personal propio que parece ser una mezcla entre Alicia en el País de las Maravillas y la inocente pero perversa Lolita de Navokob.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R171teDyjHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MVLQVxI-Lsw/s1600-h/rewrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R171teDyjHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MVLQVxI-Lsw/s320/rewrt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142817986015562866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R172UuDyjII/AAAAAAAAAQU/kf-po0F7mis/s1600-h/lula2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R172UuDyjII/AAAAAAAAAQU/kf-po0F7mis/s320/lula2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142818660325428354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Entre sus páginas prima sobre todo la imagen. Decenas de editoriales calculadas al milímetro y de una calidad sobresaliente, firmadas por profesionales como &lt;a href="http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/11/stacey-mark.html"&gt;Stacey Mark&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ellen Von Unwerth o &lt;a href="http://www.clareshilland.co.uk/"&gt;Claire Shilland&lt;/a&gt; y que han ido definiendo a la mujer Lula: dulce, soñadora, imaginativa, idealista, con un toque aniñado y una concepción romántica del mundo. Las musas que idealizan esta idea no podían ser otras que Valentine Fillol Cordier, Zooey Deschanel o Kirsten Dunst, que protagoniza la portada de su último número.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R173aODyjJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1dr9bYwrJjU/s1600-h/rterte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R173aODyjJI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1dr9bYwrJjU/s200/rterte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142819854326336658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R173tODyjKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ggpup5jBkVs/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R173tODyjKI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ggpup5jBkVs/s200/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142820180743851170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R17zvODyjEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QagS2o58Kag/s1600-h/werwer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R17zvODyjEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QagS2o58Kag/s320/werwer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142815817057078338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lula es el ejemplo más claro de cómo una publicación puede convertirse en un éxito siguiendo un estilo propio muy determinado y si necesidad de contar con una gran publicidad o un equipo de renombre a sus espaldas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-3404614132723614894?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/3404614132723614894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=3404614132723614894' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3404614132723614894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/3404614132723614894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/12/lula-magazine.html' title='Lula Magazine'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R17wB-DyjAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Hl_vsR33jnQ/s72-c/lula1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5557199033333324694</id><published>2007-11-28T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:20.334Z</updated><title type='text'>Jenny Mörtsell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me declaro totalmente a favor del hiperrealismo, la sencillez y el magistral dominio del lápiz de la ilustradora sueca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.jennysportfolio.com/"&gt;Jenny Mörtsell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R023mEqQZZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/P9maP71zOmY/s1600-h/nylon_itgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R023mEqQZZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/P9maP71zOmY/s400/nylon_itgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137964614613493138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R026PUqQZgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/v8mL1Gj5hBM/s1600-h/Jarvis.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R026PUqQZgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/v8mL1Gj5hBM/s400/Jarvis.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137967522306352642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R025jkqQZfI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Gk9Nm1zuYb0/s1600-h/nylon_japan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R025jkqQZfI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Gk9Nm1zuYb0/s320/nylon_japan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137966770687075826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5557199033333324694?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5557199033333324694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5557199033333324694' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5748636508159047307</id><published>2007-11-25T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:21.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Biba</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“At BIBA creativity and freedom reigned supreme. White-lipped, pin-legged shopgirls were instructed never to approach the customers. The phrase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Can I help you?' was banned. And the music was always played at maximum volume. This wasn´t shopping, this was an experience, and there never had been, nor has been, one quite like it since”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0lhMUqQZOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tFeoxDvNF7M/s1600-h/biba-01-shop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0lhMUqQZOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tFeoxDvNF7M/s400/biba-01-shop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136743714325030114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;En 1964 nació en Londres una nueva forma de entender la moda y de poder adquirirla a precios más que razonables e incluso por correo. &lt;a href="http://www.barbarahulanickidesign.com/main.htm"&gt;Bárbara Hulanicki&lt;/a&gt; abría una pequeña boutique al oeste de Londres a la que bautizaría como &lt;a href="http://www.bibaexperience.com/"&gt;BIBA&lt;/a&gt; y que con el tiempo acabaría revolucionando el mundo entero y &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;convirtiéndose en el símbolo de toda una generación. BIBA llegaría incluso a encasillarse entre otros muchos tópicos, como las mini faldas, los mini coches y las boas de plumas que caracterizaron los “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swinging sixties&lt;/span&gt;”. BIBA se convertiría en un estilo de vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0ljckqQZSI/AAAAAAAAANA/d5k0UOfxvBM/s1600-h/BibaBedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0ljckqQZSI/AAAAAAAAANA/d5k0UOfxvBM/s200/BibaBedroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136746192521159970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0li7EqQZRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZyNozfmTbxE/s1600-h/BibaLounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0li7EqQZRI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZyNozfmTbxE/s200/BibaLounge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136745616995542290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0liUkqQZPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XUqME_QYrN8/s1600-h/biba1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0liUkqQZPI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XUqME_QYrN8/s320/biba1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136744955570578674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Con el paso de los años BIBA se transformó en una gran almacén de siete plantas, un palacio que se encontraba en Kensington Church Street y fue descrito en numerosas ocasiones como “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la más maravillosa tienda del planeta”, “una máquina de sueños” &lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“una fantasía hecha realidad”&lt;/span&gt;. En su interior, decorado con un estilo que mezclaba el art decó con el Hollywood de los años treinta, podía encontrarse desde comida hasta ropa para niños y mascotas, pasando por maquillaje (su famosa laca de uñas negra utilizada por Lou Reed), objetos para el hogar, hasta llegar a cientos de prendas con un diseño que mezclaba la extravagancia de la época con la elegancia y el glamour de las superestrellas. Pero BIBA no era simplemente un gran almacén dónde poder encontrar de todo. En la azotea del edificio se encontraba un jardín con un lago lleno de patos, flamencos y pingüinos, que se estableció como punto de encuentro de la jet-set y gente guapa de la época. También una sala, the Rainbow Room Upstairs en la que se celebraron miles de fiestas y actuaciones como la de las New York Dolls, o un restaurante por el que pasaron celebridades de la talla de David y Ángela Bowie, Mick y Bianca Jagger, Jack Nicholson o Brigitte Bardot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0lijkqQZQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sA2zDZeIlcE/s1600-h/biba2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0lijkqQZQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sA2zDZeIlcE/s320/biba2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136745213268616450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uno de los secretos del éxito de BIBA fue la heterogeneidad. Bárbara creaba ropa barata pero con un buen diseño y terminación, que sedujo tanto a jóvenes estudiantes y amas de casa con devoción por la moda como a estrellas de rock e ídolos del momento como Twiggy, Rachel Welch, Yoko Ono o la princesa Ana. Tuvo tal aceptación que el estilo de vida Biba se extendió por todo el mundo y tanto en Japón como en los Estados Unidos las jóvenes suspiraban por una de sus prendas. Pero la verdadera clave de su éxito fue el crear un estilo de vida, una forma de actuar, vestirse y desenvolverse ante la realidad que cautivó a miles de mujeres a lo largo del planeta sin importar su procedencia, nacionalidad o nivel económico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0lmvUqQZWI/AAAAAAAAANg/pIq-xoHicVI/s1600-h/biba22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0lmvUqQZWI/AAAAAAAAANg/pIq-xoHicVI/s400/biba22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136749813178590562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Y en la actualidad, 40 años después de la apertura de la tienda, la marca sigue viva de la mano de &lt;a href="http://www.bellafreud.co.uk/"&gt;Bella Freud&lt;/a&gt;, aunque con notables diferencias con sus inicios en cuanto al target al que sus prendas van dirigidas, pero con un mismo espíritu rebelde e inconformista que se refleja en cada uno de sus diseños.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0llG0qQZUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GL6EMKkl8q8/s1600-h/bibahoy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0llG0qQZUI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GL6EMKkl8q8/s320/bibahoy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136748017882260802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0lpdkqQZXI/AAAAAAAAANo/DGCA9Go4OKY/s1600-h/bibahoy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0lpdkqQZXI/AAAAAAAAANo/DGCA9Go4OKY/s320/bibahoy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136752806770795890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2odXyuRzgwQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2odXyuRzgwQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5748636508159047307?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5748636508159047307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5748636508159047307' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5748636508159047307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5748636508159047307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/11/biba.html' title='Biba'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0lhMUqQZOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tFeoxDvNF7M/s72-c/biba-01-shop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-1834793177727131759</id><published>2007-11-19T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:22.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Anita &amp; Marianne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0Hj00qQZGI/AAAAAAAAALg/a6ByYQ_O4T8/s1600-h/Sin-t%C3%ADtulo-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0Hj00qQZGI/AAAAAAAAALg/a6ByYQ_O4T8/s400/Sin-t%C3%ADtulo-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134635546807657570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No sé que vino antes, si mi insaciable curiosidad por los Rolling Stones y el mundo de artificio y superestrellas creado a su alrededor, o mi verdadera fascinación por los dos emblemas femeninos responsables de que el éxito de la banda no se quedara en un par de melodías pegadizas y una actitud rockera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0HkQUqQZHI/AAAAAAAAALo/y8KsD0-x83U/s1600-h/BE020299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0HkQUqQZHI/AAAAAAAAALo/y8KsD0-x83U/s320/BE020299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134636019254060146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0HkeUqQZII/AAAAAAAAALw/9sbdPyg8azs/s1600-h/HU002018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0HkeUqQZII/AAAAAAAAALw/9sbdPyg8azs/s320/HU002018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134636259772228738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Una biografía sobre Marianne Faithful, apilada en una montaña de libros revueltos me hizo conocerla página a página, tanto a ella como a la segunda en discordia: Anita Pallenberg. Hoy en día no tengo realmente claro por cual de las dos decidirme, la dulzura, sencillez e inocencia de Marianne o el misterio, la brujería y el encanto de Anita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0HbbUqQZCI/AAAAAAAAALE/gWNpbKELhjE/s1600-h/BE064074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0HbbUqQZCI/AAAAAAAAALE/gWNpbKELhjE/s320/BE064074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134626312627971106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Una mezcla explosiva que hizo que estas dos mujeres consiguieran lo que ningún manager o agente publicitario hubiera podido lograr nunca: elevar a un grupo de desvergonzados muchachos de barrio a la categoría de estrellas de rock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0HbEkqQY_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/t2RaBCK4aXY/s1600-h/anitaandmarehz7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0HbEkqQY_I/AAAAAAAAAKs/t2RaBCK4aXY/s400/anitaandmarehz7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134625921785947122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-1834793177727131759?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1834793177727131759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=1834793177727131759' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1834793177727131759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1834793177727131759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/11/anita-marianne.html' title='Anita &amp; Marianne'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R0Hj00qQZGI/AAAAAAAAALg/a6ByYQ_O4T8/s72-c/Sin-t%C3%ADtulo-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-929521600085515698</id><published>2007-11-15T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:23.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Stacey Mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxVJkqQYyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zB3ANS_Byqs/s1600-h/SM_Amber-Tamblyn01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxVJkqQYyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zB3ANS_Byqs/s400/SM_Amber-Tamblyn01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133071298243617570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxM3kqQYlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tUfDEGo2nS8/s1600-h/SM_Amber-Tamblyn01.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Me encontré frente a una mujer que había sido fotografiada millones de veces. Allí estaba yo, en otro país, con mi cámara polaroid, sin luces, ni maquillaje, ni guión... y simplemente nos miramos. Ella me vió como a una fotógrafa y a través de sus ojos fue cuando me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;convertí en una de ellas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxUykqQYwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vaIpHEAChJw/s1600-h/SM_Taylor_The-Blow-Up-06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxUykqQYwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vaIpHEAChJw/s320/SM_Taylor_The-Blow-Up-06.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133070903106626306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxU8UqQYxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9UmLgVStH_w/s1600-h/SM_Taylor_The-Blow-Up-01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxU8UqQYxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9UmLgVStH_w/s320/SM_Taylor_The-Blow-Up-01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133071070610350866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxVZkqQY0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/VfUGXMDSIJk/s1600-h/SM_Malin-05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxVZkqQY0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/VfUGXMDSIJk/s320/SM_Malin-05.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133071573121524546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxVSkqQYzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ud2L69uEnIc/s1600-h/SM_Malin-02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxVSkqQYzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ud2L69uEnIc/s320/SM_Malin-02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133071452862440242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Formada en la cuna del mismísimo &lt;a href="http://www.stevenkleinstudio.com/www/index.html"&gt;Steven Klein&lt;/a&gt; y con una tra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yectoria profesional avalada por años de experiencia como directora de fotografía de la revista &lt;a href="http://www.nylonmag.com/"&gt;Nylon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://staceymark.com/index.html"&gt;Stacey Mark&lt;/a&gt; no había sostenido una cámara antes hasta ese momento, en el festival de cine de Toronto, en el que Asia Argento decidió posar para ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxVjkqQY1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QOrkwT4mqtk/s1600-h/Image-133B8570C9CF11DA-792722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxVjkqQY1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QOrkwT4mqtk/s400/Image-133B8570C9CF11DA-792722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133071744920216402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pesar de que su carrera como fotógrafa es relativamente corta, no existe espacio para las críticas. Retratos de mujeres sensuales pero inocentes, en un ambiente íntimo y natural que Mark logra crear dejando a un lado la teatrealidad y la pose y jugando con la luz y el color. Y a pesar de tratarse de una fotografía 100% feminista, parece que los hombres también tienen cabida en este experimento, que esperemos dure una eternidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxV1UqQY2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/GFb3vXq10Uo/s1600-h/smark.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxV1UqQY2I/AAAAAAAAAJU/GFb3vXq10Uo/s400/smark.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133072049862894434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-929521600085515698?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/929521600085515698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=929521600085515698' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/929521600085515698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/929521600085515698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/11/stacey-mark.html' title='Stacey Mark'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RzxVJkqQYyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zB3ANS_Byqs/s72-c/SM_Amber-Tamblyn01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-8546882168466377440</id><published>2007-10-21T17:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:25.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Charles is Insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cuando alguien es capaz de fusionar la moda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;la fotografía, la música, la ilustración y moverse como pez en el agua en cada una de estas disci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;plinas, debería pasar a ser considerado como artista. Y si todo esto lo consigue a la temprana edad de 28 años, pasaría a ser consagrado como un genio. O un loco, como &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=47724589"&gt;Charles Anastase&lt;/a&gt; se clasifica a sí mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuKapK1kII/AAAAAAAAAGY/HGhqL56r-IU/s1600-h/l_f417992996db48562dd3b3e833002553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuKapK1kII/AAAAAAAAAGY/HGhqL56r-IU/s400/l_f417992996db48562dd3b3e833002553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123841191396610178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tal vez sea por la mezcla de sangre francesa y armenia que corre por sus venas, por su secreta instrucción en Ciencias Políticas o por que su vida personal y profesional se ha desarrollado en un viaje constante con paradas en Los Ángeles, Tokio, París y Londres. Primero fue la fotografía, que más tarde mezcló con ilustraciones sencillas pero hiperrealistas que han llegado a aparecer en destacadas publicaciones internacionales –&lt;i style=""&gt;Chrash, Dazed&amp;amp;Confused&lt;/i&gt;-, han ilustrado portadas de discos de Paul McCartney o Beck, han sido expuestas en galerías de arte alrededor del mundo e incluso fueron utilizadas por el mismísimo &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/print/slideshow20835/type/STANDALONE/photo/0"&gt;Calvin Klein&lt;/a&gt; para ilustrar una de sus campañas publicitarias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuSnZK1kMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xXLqlIZWxjc/s1600-h/772763392_ll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuSnZK1kMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/xXLqlIZWxjc/s320/772763392_ll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123850206532964546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuTuZK1kNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PU-591fY78g/s1600-h/772709839_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuTuZK1kNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PU-591fY78g/s320/772709839_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123851426303676626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gracias a la adjudicación de una cuantiosa beca Charles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ió desarrollar una nueva faceta en su multidisciplinar carrera y no fue otra que volcar su talento hacia el mundo de la moda. Desde ese año hasta hoy nos ha deleitado con prendas nostálgic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as, que recuerdan épocas pasadas, románticas y aniñadas, siguiendo un estilo personal íntimo y retraído, inspirado en los cuentos de hadas, el psicoanálisis y el arte en general y que cuenta con musas tan dispares como Alicia en el País de las Maravillas o su gata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dianepernet.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/ca3whiteshirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 159px;" src="http://dianepernet.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/ca3whiteshirts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuOUZK1kKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5h8Tid7kGjw/s1600-h/_ari8646.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuOUZK1kKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5h8Tid7kGjw/s320/_ari8646.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123845482068938914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ntre sus fans se encuentran jóvenes rebeldes como Alexa Chung, Valentine Fillol-Cordier, Kelly Osbourne, Beth Ditto o las componentes de The Like, pero también personalidades consagradas como Yoko Ono o Rei Kawakubo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuMH5K1kJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BtRp9OEQBz8/s1600-h/voguecharlesfans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuMH5K1kJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BtRp9OEQBz8/s400/voguecharlesfans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123843068297318546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuVJ5K1kOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BMP6k21M52Q/s1600-h/IMG_9275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuVJ5K1kOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BMP6k21M52Q/s320/IMG_9275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123852998261706978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuPGZK1kLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/71NN2RJ-H-o/s1600-h/IMG_9887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuPGZK1kLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/71NN2RJ-H-o/s320/IMG_9887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123846341062398130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charlesanastase1979.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Diría que hago un trabajo en el que cuento mi vida”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-8546882168466377440?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/8546882168466377440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=8546882168466377440' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/8546882168466377440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/8546882168466377440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/10/charles-is-insane.html' title='Charles is Insane'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxuKapK1kII/AAAAAAAAAGY/HGhqL56r-IU/s72-c/l_f417992996db48562dd3b3e833002553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-7900763304910748293</id><published>2007-10-18T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:25.349Z</updated><title type='text'>Kate Moss para TopShop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxdnYZK1kHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zul1FtMToro/s1600-h/mossautumntopshopzc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxdnYZK1kHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zul1FtMToro/s320/mossautumntopshopzc6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122676769928089714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si el otro día eran las &lt;a href="http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/10/row.html"&gt;gemelas Olse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/10/row.html"&gt;n&lt;/a&gt; hoy le toca el turno a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; otra 'intrusa' de la moda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; o más bien del diseño, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;porque es innegable que Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Moss es una de las manos que mueven los hilos de la moda actualmente. El matrimonio de Kate con el principal enclave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; del streetstyle británico, o lo que es lo mismo TopShop, dio sus frutos la &lt;a href="http://www.katemosstopshop.com/collection/ss07/"&gt;pasada temporada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; y parece que ambos quedaron lo bastante satisfechos como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; para repetir la experiencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He de admitir que al tener ante mis ojos la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.katemosstopshop.com/collection/aw07/"&gt;colección completa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; de la modelo, tuve una sensación de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;deja-vu &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y rápidamente recordé imágenes del pasado en las que ya había visto a Kate luciendo ese vestido o enfundada en esos pitillos. Pero también un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;deja-vu &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;en el sentido de que hizo lo mismo con su anterior colección: inspirarse (o copiar descaradamente) en las prendas que forman parte de su (gran) armario. Esto, sin duda sería algo criticable si no fuera porque cualquier cosa que Kate Moss toque, se convierte en oro. Así, nos encontramos con una colección que lleva impreso el sello personal de la modelo, su espíritu, en la que abundan los vestidos vaporosos y las transparencias, los tops de raso, las cazadoras de cuero, los pantalones de corte extremo (pitillos o pata ancha), el estampado marinero e incluso alguna extravagancia propia como una camiseta con la cara serigrafiada de la modelo (que será top de ventas, imagino) o una elegante capa negra de paño con la que ya se me hace la boca agua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxdmjJK1kFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Y36CDVKTaiY/s1600-h/kate-topshop.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxdmjJK1kFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Y36CDVKTaiY/s320/kate-topshop.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122675855100055634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mentiría si dijera que no soy una fan de Kate, y que pierdo la cabeza por encontrar cada una de las prendas que luce en cualquier momento que pone un pie en la calle y hay un paparazzi al acecho, y también si opinara que no &lt;a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/CategoryDisplay?catalogId=19551&amp;amp;storeId=12556&amp;amp;categoryId=75401&amp;amp;parent_category_rn=74921&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;top=Y"&gt;incluiría&lt;/a&gt;, con los ojos cerrados, toda esta colección en mi armario. Pero por otra parte he de decir que me parece excesivo el fanatismo que se ha desarrollado sobre el icono de moda que Kate representa. Habrá que dar tiempo al tiempo, pero lo que es innegable es que Kate ya ha conseguido convertirse en un mito viviente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-7900763304910748293?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/7900763304910748293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=7900763304910748293' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7900763304910748293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/7900763304910748293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/10/kate-moss-para-topshop.html' title='Kate Moss para TopShop'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxdnYZK1kHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zul1FtMToro/s72-c/mossautumntopshopzc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-4566776799489939580</id><published>2007-10-16T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:25.799Z</updated><title type='text'>The Row</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acabo de descubrir este video de la última colección de las hermanísimas Olsen, que han decidido bautizar como "Holiday", tal vez por estar compuesta en su mayoría por prendas que cualquier mujer metería en su maleta a la hora de irse de vacaciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOh9SmISxCk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xOh9SmISxCk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Sigo siendo un tanto escéptica en lo referido a que una actriz, modelo, cantante, famosa decida sacar, de la noche a la mañana, una línea de ropa bajo su nombre. Pero las gemelas han conseguido convencerme poco a poco, y este spot ha sido la guinda que decora el pastel. En su papel de estilistas (más que de diseñadoras) Mary Kate y Ashley presentan una colección en la que abundan los básicos que de una forma sutil pretenden vestir la elegancia de una mujer urbana, jóven, en cualquier momento de su jornada diaria. Bien es cierto que en cuanto a diseño se refiere esta colección no aporta nada que no hayamos visto ya (camisetas envejecidas, americanas y camisas de corte masculino y leggins de vinilo) y puede traernos a la mente ciertas reminiscencias hacia estilos ya consagrados (Calvin Klein), pero pienso que en ocasiones es necesario dejar de lado los excesos y centrarse en las prendas clave de esta temporada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a pesar de que la colección esté claramente inspirada por la gemela que menos gracia me hace, hay pequeños guiños de estilo de MK, aunque sin caer en el exceso (del que ella peca en muchas ocasiones). Y qué mejor que ellas mismas para ejercer de modelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxUYXJK1kEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TrIL3PFrX2A/s1600-h/normal_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxUYXJK1kEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TrIL3PFrX2A/s320/normal_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122026937081237570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxUYH5K1kDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8XUFQeGMnew/s1600-h/5x41tfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxUYH5K1kDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8XUFQeGMnew/s320/5x41tfs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122026675088232498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-4566776799489939580?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/4566776799489939580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=4566776799489939580' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4566776799489939580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/4566776799489939580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/10/row.html' title='The Row'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RxUYXJK1kEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TrIL3PFrX2A/s72-c/normal_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-1298982225803865835</id><published>2007-09-20T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:26.964Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo mejor de la New York Fashion Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El mix-vintage de los 30 a los 70 combinado con la actitud punk de ANNA SUI&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112299809017190658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RvKJlxXEWQI/AAAAAAAAACY/0ZqTD1HVwQk/s320/anna-sui.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ironía a la mujer perfecta sobre tacones imposibles de MARC JACOBS&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112359844070054226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RvLAMRXEWVI/AAAAAAAAADA/wgpWeT0LbyI/s320/marc-jacobs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mezcla entre el estilo geek, batman y las 80´s proom queen de LUELLA&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112303631538084146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RvKNERXEWTI/AAAAAAAAACw/ljZe0XSFhhY/s320/luella.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ruptura de estructuras y la mezcla de texturas y volúmenes de CHRISTOPHER KANE&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112302733889919266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RvKMQBXEWSI/AAAAAAAAACo/PEVo1uYR_A4/s320/Christopher-Kane.gif" border="0" /&gt;Las jóvenes yuppies de vacaciones con tocados de Lego de MARC BY MARC JACOBS&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112359461817964866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RvK_2BXEWUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/P5WSAp0KYiw/s320/marc-by-marc-jacobs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y verdaderos descubrimientos como RACHEL COMEY que da una vuelta más al incansable estilo geek, pero desde una perspectiva más sofisticada&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112360269271816562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RvLAlBXEWXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NXcD7lstdik/s320/Rachel-Comey.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero también decepciones como el debut de CHLOË SEVIGNY para OPENING CEREMONY, tal vez porque hacerse tantas ilusiones, nunca fue bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(fotos: style.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-1298982225803865835?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/1298982225803865835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=1298982225803865835' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1298982225803865835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/1298982225803865835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/09/lo-mejor-de-la-new-york-fashion-week.html' title='Lo mejor de la New York Fashion Week'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RvKJlxXEWQI/AAAAAAAAACY/0ZqTD1HVwQk/s72-c/anna-sui.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6742713857369539605.post-5498412401295705797</id><published>2007-09-15T21:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:00:27.204Z</updated><title type='text'>Todo son mudanzas en esta época del año</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RuxSXblEy6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lI8-ETV8Vtk/s1600-h/LONDRES-085.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110550239652400034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RuxSXblEy6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lI8-ETV8Vtk/s400/LONDRES-085.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todo son mudanzas en esta época del año. Y si no, quién diría que después de tanto tiempo hay gente que todavía busca su sitio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6742713857369539605-5498412401295705797?l=missbeliever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/feeds/5498412401295705797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6742713857369539605&amp;postID=5498412401295705797' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5498412401295705797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6742713857369539605/posts/default/5498412401295705797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missbeliever.blogspot.com/2007/09/todo-son-mudanzas-en-esta-poca-del-ao.html' title='Todo son mudanzas en esta época del año'/><author><name>missbeliever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12410987435755120191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/R5xn-moFScI/AAAAAAAAAR4/eaopLdW2OgQ/S220/chic-017.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syQAxkrvrQk/RuxSXblEy6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lI8-ETV8Vtk/s72-c/LONDRES-085.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
